Crazy 7


Crazy 8 is a game of cards, very popular among the blacks in Southern Africa. There are rules and penalties in the game but the most interesting part of the game is the speed in which it is played.
I feel my life is like that game the only difference is that there are 7 days in a week not 8.
When i wake up on Sunday morning, there are so many things to do before I step out to church, after church I find my self heading towards the University campus. Then there is the moody Monday, for some reason I do not like Mondays. First there is the boring meeting that I cant escape then there are the emails that must be answered, and of course people popping in and requesting for things like I'm some sort of storage room. Tuesdays sometimes are fun but other times like today are horrible. I am having a writer's block. Why it is called that I have no Idea, all I want to do is head back home and have the longest power nap ever recorded in history, 10hours. Wednesdays are when the panic sets in, I have so much to do and I have very little time, I have to give account of how I spent my week on Friday. If anyone would ask me, I don't think its appropriate to make tell you what they did the whole week, its not fair. Oh I've jumped Thursday but then there is nothing really great or bad about that day it just moves very fast, I blink and I'm in Friday. One would think Saturday would be my day of rest but no of course not. I have to deal with family phone calls, bulk shopping, lunch making, and finally dissertation writing.
My life is moving so fast I don't have time to appreciate it, be angry with people or just generally chill. I miss those times. All I want to do is chill and watch the sun rise and set for once since 2011 began. I am tired of crazy 7.

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