sedated

It is Friday, but it feels like a weekend. I awoke from a three-hour sedated sleep and found myself staring at the ceiling wondering why I even bother waking up to study. Last night I only had three hours of sleep also. Not that it did much good. It seems that I still failed my exam today. Well, my failure in this case is entirely my fault. I should have prepared for the exam earlier. I should have studied more. But where is the fun in studying in the absence of learning? I’m not learning anything at all. And that, too, is entirely my fault.

The sad, pathetic life of an eternal student.