For some reason, thinking of Douglas Adams and his universe.

I woke up to find out my Sunday was unbelievably free. I let this sink in.. but it doesn’t. It seems I cannot fathom the fact that I still get free days. Last Friday I woke up with a high anxiety level. I should have seen the hint of stress. It was the first time I’ve had a bad morning in months.

That same week I have been coding non-stop that I seem to have forgotten to catch up on my daily rituals of watching my favorite TV series. My only constant source of entertainment besides music. I checked my list last night only to find out I have a lot on queue. This is so unlike me.

I check my phone. Not a single message. Not one missed call. I come on Facebook. Not a single notification — odd. I don’t know what to feel about this. Realizing that I’m no martian, I know that I should start to react negatively. Hence, I start to utter some words to myself.. just for the sake of saying so. When did life get so boring? I mean, isn’t that what people are supposed to say when they have nothing planned?

I woke up to find out my Sunday was unbelievably free. I let this sink in.. but it doesn’t. I should have noticed something peculiar was happening. Because meanwhile, back in the real world, I woke to the sound of deadlines knocking on my window.

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