Sense me
I'm just hoping my day tomorrow would go according to plan.
I hate it when I ruin my plans when I can't get up on time when the alarm clock rings and when I don't hear it because I'm way too deep into my sleep and when I wake up feeling fucked that I just lost another day of productivity.
Normally, it'll be Sheldon that makes sure I wake up on time, tomorrow he'll only be home at 8am since his F1 work thingum is on a night shift.... so sigh. It's times like these do I actually realise my dependence. Scary? Yeah, I should stop being such a baby.
My first driving lesson tomorrow, I'm actually quite excited I don't even know what to expect. The only thing my mum told me was not to wear shorts, like how I always do every other time when I'm heading out, for lessons later the hansump instructors tempted to touch.
Talk about being paranoid.
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