60 hours.

its been 60hrs. 60 hours. 3 days 2 nights.

I am locked in my room, faced only with pillars of books and where any evidence or forms of secular world had been minimized and reduced to only the hand phone. Had there been any thoughts of leaving the room which would, incorporate a limited amount of happiness, though better than an unlimited amount of anguish and torture, fades away ironically, with thoughts of staying in the torture chamber for another extra minute or so. Thus, other than leaving the torture chamber for toilet breaks and perhaps occasional sneaks to the fridge for extra helpings of snacks; I'm locked, stuck, and trapped.

I am, you can loosely put it, deprived of a life and as much as I would like to liken my current situation to community causes, political issues and what-have-you, I cant bear to deprived you; as life did to me, of the truth instead of the facade and lies of this world (and ironically) my world of ASSIGNMENTS.
There, i said it. all these in the name of ASSIGNMENTS.

Screw assignments.
Ive got two more to go. I could complete it in less than 3 days 2 nights if I were to forgo my one and only form of recreation; SLEEP (yes, sleep has now become my pastime.), which would, I assume, affect my rationality and probably leave me in the company of madmen.

SO. i guess its yet again another 3 days 2 nights.

ps: my apologies for spoiling all the fun of voting and pictures and what-haf-you.
ps2: i want my lame-bone back!


signing off,

sarah