Wish me luck.

A mug of Earl Grey tea now sits faithfully by my laptop amidst the tabletop paraphernalia, and I feel less alone in my struggle to complete bastard essay by tomorrow. A cup of tea solves everything. Wish me luck.

I have other more interesting things to blog about, but the niggling worry holds me back. Many words and thoughts gushing through mind like a tsunami these days, all irrelevant to essay, unfortunately. I even wrote a short story in Chinese that day. I’m still undecided on the middle part although the start and end are properly conceived.

Bastard hag of a neighbour threw what looked like the contents of a bird’s nest onto our laundry. Ball of long, grey hair (hers) and twig-like stuff. The next time I see her, I will murder confront her. Wish me luck.