After spending 10 hours in bed.. I have to be up and bathe. It's sunday and i make it a point to hear mass before anything else. Hmmm its my day off but I start the day early like 4:45 to be exact. And that's if am not drunk.Hahaha.. showing two different psyche in one paragraph. Last night my friend invited me for a night out but nah not tonight i chose to be home to be able to attend mass. The choices we made really depends on the mood we are in. Even though am eaten up by boredom, alone and nobody's around to talk to.. sleep always is where all else is forgotten. ( I dont make sense!)
I was always told to find distractions so that life wouldn't be a bore. I wanted to do a lot of things.. learn some exotic language, play musical instrument and go back to school or go to the gym. As i try to put my mind on it... i always end up too tired to commit! And am back flat on my belly on my bed. Loafing, dreaming with eyes wide open. And then am bored again. But never am i bored on a Sunday. I have a lot of things to think of. Father always give me a lot of things to think about...
Wahhh am not making sense!!