stratospheric sloth attack

God I hate myself!

Don’t you hate yourself when you have set your mind on doing something yet get slothful when you’re about to do it? Darn, it’s stupidly hecky!

First on the roster is the wake up call. Gosh…!!! Who couldn’t relate with me on this issue. Almost everybody seems to elide the crowing clock and then burst into tempestuous jiffy behindhand because unpunctuality f***ed us up. Don’t you ever fuss on me on this ‘coz it’s not just perennial but it’s as whimsical as bathing for most of us.

Second is the laundry. I never seem to empty my laundry basket no matter how much I try washin all of ‘em. Damn! If only I can hire a laundress to take care of my laundries but I don’t entrust my apparels to anybody ‘coz they might get dilapidated. I don’t wanna go to laundry shops as well ‘coz they don’t get totally cleaned and worst sometimes our items are lost.

Next, my pen works. I’m supposed to write a film review of Dead Poets’ Society  yet till now I’m still at the second paragraph (it’s been on standby for two weeks now). Then there’s my grammar notebook; I’m trying to come up with a complete guide to basic and advance english grammar however laziness is killing me from finishing it (it’s been on standby also for six months now and it’s only 3% done -oh heck no!)

Lastly, on reading habit. Man!! I’ve bought the book The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren last january but I’ve perused only the first three chapters and the rest…..is mystery!! Plus the book of Paolo Coelho entitled The Valkyries  is eating dust in my locker… or better yet I’ll say that the dust is eating it instead.

Oh, good Lord! How can I ever brawl slothfulness?