Proza życia to je Kres (bez Feliksa)

Everyday life SO kills the joy of learning in me.

Or my drive for it. I have to make myself sit down

and read stuff, which is not the way it used to be.

Inertia and lazyness, seem to be my most active

drives, pun unintended. Working on myself

every day here just to overrule them.

Phew.

Working on Saturday, which is my case tomorrow

SUCKS!

A w lżejszej nucie w stylu Misia Luja

(vide FB)

'przegwałcać się' = rerape onself

^^

Mood:

Tired &Alert