That's right. I'm starting to hallucinate, and honestly speaking, the experience is not as scary as I thought it out to be. Sure, occasionally I see a snake here or a performing circus of ants there but generally, its been amusing.
My dad has been bugging me to stop it with the late nights. But I can't. 24 hours a day just isn't enough. There so many things I want/have/must do in that one day its driving me nuts. I cannot remember the last time I actually sat down infront of the telly and enjoyed a good movie. (That time during GP class doesn't count cus I was doing redox. Damn chemistry.)
These late nights are taking a toll not only on my day dreams but also my nights. I swear my dream are getting crazier and crazier to a point where I wake up and I go " what the hell?". Like, there was this time I dreamt that my family and I were spy agents and there were these other agents who were out to kill us. But the assasination attempts were hilarious. Seriously, putting poison in the pork dishes?
Funny how I can vividly recall such antics and not remember the exact definition for aggregate demand.
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