Tuesday, March 29, 2005
My biorhythms are severely out of whack; I've been sleeping at 4am and waking up at 11am. I need to realign my waking hours with those of normal, diurnally-adjusted people. Operating in a different timezone affects one's ability to function in sync with the rest of the (immediate) world, which has obvious practical drawbacks. The solitude of a nocturnal existence may have its merits, but... I've been ambling off-course long enough. Time to reset the clock.
Procrastination is a difficult habit to shake. Of course, most of it is a delusory exercise in delaying the unpleasant, but I've come to suspect that part of it is about thrill-seeking - deliberately cornering oneself into tight deadlines can be quite stimulating. The adrenaline rush, the caffeine, the sudden pressing need for efficiency and multi-tasking... and finally, the vicious sense of satisfaction when a task is accomplished Just In Time.
Pulling an all-nighter may just about address both problems. I can get things done AND force myself into a normal daily routine.
Last week of March already. It's more or less confirmed now, I'll be flying off to China on 21 May for a month-long budget trip. Finances are sound, parental objections are inconsequential, and now all's left are mere... details.
Details. Trivia. If I had my way I could happily devote my life to assimilating and putting them in order. Recently, I spent 2 hours cleaning out my cluttered desk drawers and rearranging their contents to improve item accessibility and efficiency of space utilisation. I have an obsession with conventionally-coloured ultra-fine pens, penknives, long rulers, labels, clear folders, ring files and Bindermax sheet protectors.
I have this lurking suspicion that my true ambition - to hell with the 'biomed research' cover story - is to devise the perfect filing system. It's frightfully unambitious - even worse than consigning myself to a career in pharmacy, I would imagine.
words were spilled on Tuesday, March 29, 2005
