Well. I did it. Mugged for 10 hours today. I'm not sure if that's something I should be proud of...lol. Started at 9.45, ended at 10pm. 1 hour dinner break, 1/2 hour lunch break. The extra 45 mins is a buffer for the time I spent visiting the toliet, refilling my cup, getting distracted.


Well. I went downstairs to collect some books from my aunt, had to waste some mugtime. Don't think one of them is mine. It's called "The Light in the Attic". From the way it smells, it sure seems like it came from an attic. Then, the cat returned. And my mum chased it away again. To the 14th floor. Later at night, the cat retured AGAIN! This time with super powers. I heard its mewing, but couldn't find i anywhere. o_O


Anyway, this mugging spree has a weird effect on me. I don't seem to have enthusiasm for anything at all. Like it's sucked the life outta me. Weird eh? I think I'll do it again tomorrow?



Lame, but I couldn't resist.