Today’s quite hot. It’s baking, it’s windy and it’s suffocating.
So I took the day off. Yup, I skipped. I only have two lectures anyway and they’re both recorded so I can go over my notes later.
I was very satisfied with my bout of genius until a thought struck me– it takes ten minutes by car or twenty minutes by bus to get to the train station. At least thirty minutes to the city, depending on whether or not the train runs express. And another ten minutes to get to uni. Then I do the whole thing backwards when it’s time to go home.
In total, I waste a minimum of one hundred minutes per day on transport.
Why would I do that when I only have two hours of lectures on Wednesdays?
I don’t feel like a genius anymore. I feel like a doof. But I’m a very comfortable doof sitting in front of an air-conditioner with my dog panting by my feet.