It's the first the first day of classes and I didn't go to school. Ha! How's that for a change? If before I wake up perky and excited to go to school, well, this time, I'm taking everything a notch slower, and at my own pace. Take note: at my own pace. Not that I have decided to waste all those years of hardwork, nor I got tired of getting up and leaving home. Maybe I'm just extending my vacation. Perhaps I need it. I need to re-think and de-stress my entire vacation hangover as well as my summer hell-hole.
I woke up feeling good today. I immediately grab my copy of Ellen Miller's Like Being Killed (actually I just borrowed it from a friend, which if memory serves me right, has been with me at about 2 years, and 5 months now) "Do I feel guilty?" you might ask. Not at all buster. Not even in a thousand years. Because I certainly am enjoying every line of it, munching and digesting all the words into my lexicon and savoring the pleasure it gives me. Haha. Seriously, I still do have plans of returning it. By the time I'm done with it, that is.