Funny thing. Suddenly I’m all charged up and raring to go; to do something, to shake up everything.
What’s different? Mid-term marks are out, and frankly, they are disgusting by my standards. Is that it? Or is it the realization; the discovery of a purpose? Or are these OB (Organizational Behaviour, for the uninitiated) handouts the cause? Or is it the choice of music that I’m playing on the iPod? Maybe it is the weather, or the recent blog I read. Quite possibly the recent win of my hostel at the World War. Or is it the courier that’s headed my way?
Doesn’t matter.
This world is mine.