Sunday, September 25, 2005

Blogsurfing

Three (almost four now) straight all-nighters, with only a few hours of sleep thrown in between the days, and yet I am unable to sleep. If someone was really keen on looking out for 'signs', I wonder what would this count as?

But with assignments taking their toll on me and with my procratinatinating streak, in this supposedly "easy-going" semester, I couldn't blame anybody. Perhaps what I need is a time capture device to store away this wasted time that I could release anytime later and put it to some good use, say sleeping.

The past week, the only thing that I had done remotely close to my academics was a Graphics assignment with OpenGL and stuff. And I was shocked to see a note from the Teaching Assistant which stated his inability to execute the 'C' Code. Apparently, I have to mail him the entire workspace, something that I find absolutely ridiculous. Just how difficult is it to set up a workspace and execute the code. To make things real bad, I have a sneaking suspicion that this might be evaluated with the dreaded "Late submission tag!"

And with another week starting, I can already see myself slaving away for the most part of it. Even before I begin most of the stuff, I am quite sure to fail the deadlines on almost half of them all. First on the priority list has to be the work that I am doing on the internationalization of a couple of web services with Websphere BI server and with my partner taking the GRE on the 30th of this month, it couldn't have been worse. Then there's a marketing analysis to be done. The list goes on, only I don't feel that it is making any worthy weblog content at all. And so, this blog entry is closed here, officially.

Now, I will just aimlessly wander around the web clicking on the next blog button on Blogger, read some emails over and over again, only to think of all this tomorrow afternoon as useless procrastination and thinking that the time should have been rather spent sleeping.

[Update: Seeing the title of this post, I realize that I had intended to write something entirely different than what I have written here. Such is the wandering mind. ]