Its been quite some time since my last post and what have I been doing?
Oh nothing much. Except for going to classes, doing assignments, studying and occasionally falling asleep during that one particular class that I really like except its one hour and twenty minutes long and god bless if I could concentrate for that long on how The Bay Region of Somalia is the breadbasket of the country. And by breadbasket, He does NOT mean eternal vineyard but occasional, once a year harvests every other year or so.
But anyway, I am now more or less settled (am I really? Perhaps the word I need to use here is centered) and I have been growing a steadily tightening emotional black hole. In that I don’t feel sad and grievous 24/7 but more like 0.5/7 (that’s half an hour a day which is a hell of an improvement if you ask me)
But yes, I started reading a new book over the weekend ‘The Buried Giant’ by Kazuo Ishiguro is proving to be, typically slow moving, but I have high hopes and for the most part, it seems like my hopes will be realised. And just look at that cover by the way!
P.S: Coffee during class really helps with the whole sleeping in class issue. For now. I’m certain though that as soon as I start having to pull all-nighters to complete my assignments, I’m. Just. Going. To. Give. Up. On. Class.