A time to sleep and a time to wake up

Both are screwed up in this case, dude.

The experience has been too much to handle for me. Since, prone to accidents, i always have been, and that never helped me, it is no surprise i am useless here too.

There have been major nerve wrecking incidents happening all throughout, not even giving breathing space to each other. Initial days followed by the series of placement crashers and tutorials, Master CV thass to surprise quizzes woes, samhar practices to crashers again, and again doses of quizzes and tutorials. In between, thrown are incidents of personal destruction and mortification.

Little consolation comes from food, chocolate, icecreams, snacks and again food. That too brings various guilt factors of a huge bill, shrinking bank balance and growing sizes with itself. Sleep is another friend in the time of emotional distress[ I have a knack of exxagerating thing, so what ?]. Sleep is no exxageration. It is a luxury, which i afford on a continous basis, but the costs are pretty high, inversely proportional to the marks recieved.

I have this pretty consistent habit of irritating myself by being so whiny about things. What about the amazing experience, which would not have been possible otherwise. There are choices to make, and Joy will always try to maximise his basket of benefits, given the constraints. [Yes, i am trying to show off my microeco nonknowledge, so what ??]