Today was just one of the days when I feel lethargic and ill-motivated to engage in any gainful activity.

I dragged myself to school only to be told by Angela that the lecture didn’t start until an hour later. So I trudged along home, but sickness hit me and I just didn’t feel like moving. I think my windpipe is infected again. It hurts like a bitch when I cough. It’s the third time I’ve gotten it in as many years. Very weird.

And so I indulge in excesses like tian long ba pu and sex and the city, and perfunctorily peruse Italian tourist books to find places I’m hoping to visit, knowing full well that I’ve got two tutorials and an essay due this week.

Sigh.