I’m typing this with the hope of still retaining whatever information I have left from a slumber.

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Just woke up from a dream wherein I was raising my voice at some customer service tellers from a known bank because of the way they handled my situation. I don’t recall everything but I know that there was something wrong with their system and I was trying to make a deposit. However, I was told that the machine wouldn’t accept it because I didn’t reach the minimum balance required to keep the account active.

I was furious because of the way they simply said that I SHOULD’VE listened and kept the account afloat. I was wearing shorts and slippers and they thought I wouldn’t make a big deal out of it until I blew my head off. I was at a point wherein I questioned when the cut-off time was as earlier, I was able to maintain the proper balance. Only their system acted up and they didn’t even bother explaining and apologizing for the poor service.

I remember I was already on the verge of screaming, I even turned off their television when I saw a remote nearby just to get their attention. I said: “Listen to me!” with conviction and all eyes were already on me. The teller looked troubled and didn’t know how to handle the situation. I lost my voice in explaining the whole situation, when I was about to raise my voice even more, I woke up.

Maybe my blood pressure rose that’s why I had to open my eyes but I was actually having a good time since normally I can’t hold my English straight enough to last 2 minutes.

I’ve got beef with people who don’t treat customers with respect just because they feel that we’re not good enough. In the end, I just want lessons to be learned and faults to be accepted so that these scenes won’t ever happen again. Only this was just a dream and in the dream, I was right. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I needed to go potty. Bummer.

I’m supposed to have a better disposition since it’s the start of the workweek but current issues at home have been giving me a lot of headache and is making me weak. I’m not in the best mood as of the moment and I will probably burst into flames if ever somebody attempts to push my buttons. I’ve had better days; way better days than this.

So you made your point and I respect that. I didn’t expect everyone to also be affected. Now I feel guilty for the consequences that have been given based on the actions that were made. I know decisions are not for me to make but a simple (and serious) reprimand would’ve been enough.

I get it now.

I keep on praying for a break and when it does, I just do nothing. I waste the opportunity of resting because something more pressing always arises in the process. I tend to use the borrowed time to do something productive but here I am, I just wait for time to pass and I keep delaying it.

What if one day, I’ll just raise the white flag and just pretend nothing ever happened? I want to wake up in another place and another time. But then, I’ll probably just slap myself to death in order to wake up.

that I can’t seem to work right. Issues are resurfacing and I can’t concentrate when there’s a need. Even the act of going to the gym is too much; to think that I was all revved up last week and determined to get serious.

There are just so many things that are preoccupying my head and I feel exhausted just thinking about them. Problems, they never go; but I wish they won’t stay for long.

Been getting really lazy lately, especially when waking up early in the morning. My body is too tired to even think at night that whenever I reach my room, I tend to just hit the sack. I keep setting my alarms in order to wake up early but I only have my phone to wake me and the sound is insufficient.

When the timer goes off, I just hit the snooze button until it reaches an hour, two hours, or even three. Sure I may not be late at work, but the discipline that was once imposed upon me by myself is drifting away. I need a new method so I won’t rely on this deadly snooze weapon which I keep on regretting but still keep on pressing.

I’ll buy it over the weekend; and the alarm better be loud.

because of the gym. Sheesh, now I’m blaming it all on working out. It takes me two hours in the gym when I could’ve used the chance to just work on my tasks. But I’m bent on improving my lifestyle and lead a healthy living while I can. It’s just worrying me now cause instead of the energy being dedicated to my freelance job, I tend to just sleep it all off and hope to wake up early during the day. Darn it. I should change this.

and I don’t really know why I did when I’m not going to use it often. It’s still in my pad but I plan to give it out to my folks at home since it’s been years since we last had a boob tube. Due to complications with boiling points rising every now and then, appliances become the elusive targets of rampage. This time, I hope the value of objects are given focus.

I just have to figure out how I am going to dispose it.

So many emails in one single night! I’m not even done with the rest of the tasks and now here’s a bunch that are killing me. I should be glad knowing that I have a good number of opportunities waiting for me to work on but I feel exhausted knowing that there’s been so many things that I need to do and I don’t have enough time to act on them.

This is all my fault because of the way I’ve been lagging when it comes to things that could’ve been done earlier. Now I’m cramming just like any other student who’s working on every project to get his clearance signed — what’s worse, I’m not even a student nowadays. This is a total bummer for me and I have to deal with it or else deal with the consequences and look like a fool in the future.

Shoot.

and now I’m officially a geekazoid.

No hard chewing, be more conscious, brush my teeth more than the usual and look out for leftover food. Yikes, did I bite more than I could swallow?

I’ll be like this for probably a year.