Overload

My weekend is fully booked,cramped, OVERLOADED.

My neck will be permanently stiff and aching, I am getting myself ready for the throbbing headache and tired eyes. I am ready. ready.ready. ready. but..I am not.

I am not ready

• to be shoved with piles of Himalaya-height mountain of projects
• to pack my stuff to bring back
• to shift to my new place
• for my upcoming interview
• concept presentation
• deadlines
• CNY
  

these all has to be done before CNY next week next week. fuck.fuck.fuck. I am not prepared. birdshit.

Back to my weekend, no partying, no booze, no hunks, no chicks, except I will still have to stay up late..

for my projects with my laptop, so darn sad.

The only consolation and fun I am going to have is..to get my haircut.
note on why-is-fun: I get to watch other people do work while I slack there, mentally counting the hours that I am gonna spend with my laptop for the rest of the week.

I am stressing out, really I am. The phone has been ringing incessantly, mental calculation, about 1call per hour (all fr.clients,bosses-deadlines).

I AM NOT READY. =(