Waking up on a morning like this one, was no easy feat. Who on earth would wake up when you can bury your face closer into your squishy feather pillow and snuggle deeper into your scrunched up, soft and fluffy blanket. I can tell you who... or more like who was forced to open their eyes. Me.

Sitting up, I stretched the biggest stretch probably ever stretched, you could hear all the joints pop in an almost scary manner back into place before you could see my face melting into one of contentment. Right before morphing and melting into one of pure and utter despair. It's a Thursday. You could almost say it was a blue Thursday, but the color blue didn't match the feeling at all. It was more like a sickly green color. Like one that if you ever saw it you would automatically feel nauseous. That is how I would describe the day that was about to commence. 

Getting out of bed was a war in itself. After fighting the battle of all battles with Hypnos, the god of sleep, and almost losing it, I got out of bed. Getting dressed wasn't that hard, luckily, throwing on a flowy dress  and putting on shoes, I was out the door. With the sun glaring at you from the sky above in all its yellow, hot glory, it gets a bit difficult to walk from your home to campus. But with beads of sweat dripping down my face, heaving breaths and heavy steps, I managed. 

I was very glad when I got to campus and could hear that beep that comes with scanning your student card, because it meant no more struggling on the route of "Vader Cloete". Walking to class, was like walking near bee hives with all the buzzing coming from people having conversations. One yelling at the other about being late to class, only to rush past me in a haste because they were, in fact, very late. A group of girls giggling because they find their lector very attractive and compare him to a celebrity whos name has slipped my mind. It's your everyday campus life.

Taking the many steps, that seems to never end, I get to my class. Taking a seat near the front because it seems that the only time my vision was 20/20 was back in 2020. Thankfully class seemed to go by in a blur of images and sounds. My mind having slipped at one point and going on holiday instead of returning, when we did an activity about meditation. When it did end I rushed out of that class so fast, one could argue that I'm the flash. The girl and better looking one though, obviously.

At some point life jumped from me, because the next thing I know it's already 18:24 and people keep blowing up my phone, I even contemplated putting it in the freezer, but when I saw people commenting about when the blog is due, I panicked. My heart almost completely stood still for a second. It completely slipped my mind that we had one due today. In a panic I got my laptop and just started typing. If there were any mistakes, this would be the testimony as to why. Which brings me to now. At 21:12 Writing about my day in as much detail as I can remember, as it seems that my memory has grown older, not wiser though, the last few weeks. 

Typing on my laptop, I try to keep it as simple yet effective as possible, with my eyes shooting to the word count back to the text, to the time back to the text and then back to the word count. It seems that it is about time that I end this endless ramble that might not even make sense anymore. Which is why at 21:15 I end my days activities.