I'm generally not unhappy, but I've just noticed that out of my three existing entries, two are unhappy in some way. I'm basically happy, which is perhaps why I write when I'm not. It's a way of getting my unhappiness straight in my head.
So this entry is a sort of unhappiness, too. I'm procrastinating, one of my favourite hobbies. I have an exam on Tuesday, and I've cancelled something rather important I'm supposed to be doing today, in order to work on the preparation for the exam. It's something I find difficult, although I'm usually good at exams, and it's not something that especially interests me at the moment, so I find it hard to concentrate. So I'm writing this instead. It's only a momentary diversion. Once this window is closed, all the remaining ones (apart from the one playing music) relate to my work, and I'll go back to working. But I'm easily bored and have a short attention span, and my desk is right next to a window looking out onto our garden, and those of our neighbours, and it's a rather diverting sight. Especially with the various neighbourhood cats wandering around on business of their own.
Enough.
So this entry is a sort of unhappiness, too. I'm procrastinating, one of my favourite hobbies. I have an exam on Tuesday, and I've cancelled something rather important I'm supposed to be doing today, in order to work on the preparation for the exam. It's something I find difficult, although I'm usually good at exams, and it's not something that especially interests me at the moment, so I find it hard to concentrate. So I'm writing this instead. It's only a momentary diversion. Once this window is closed, all the remaining ones (apart from the one playing music) relate to my work, and I'll go back to working. But I'm easily bored and have a short attention span, and my desk is right next to a window looking out onto our garden, and those of our neighbours, and it's a rather diverting sight. Especially with the various neighbourhood cats wandering around on business of their own.
Enough.