1001 Sheep and Counting...

Lately, I’ve been having these anxiety attacks, which ultimately lead to sleepless nights. I guess I’m pretty restless by nature; I oftentimes find Mr. Sandman rather elusive and insomnia pesky and relentless. I guess what really hit home was when my brother had to wrestle me for Freakonomics yesterday. He took a cheap shot and accused me of being a book hoard! No contest. I hate it when he’s right. He pointed to all the books lying around that I’ve partially gone through… The Historian, Blink, A HeartBreaking Work of Staggering Genius… Fine, take Freakonomics. So this got me thinking, what’s my problem? Annoyed at my recent indolence and lack of focus, I immediately packed my stuff and headed off to Borders for the rest of the day. In about four hours, I was able to finish 2 cups of chai latte, Monday reports, find holes all over my resume, realize I suck on (GMAT) sentence corrections, read all about Pitt & Jolie, and also chat with a friend who came by to visit (Hehe, guess who’s sleeping with whom – heh, gossipy Chinese woman coming out again). And although I only got through another chapter of A HeartBreaking Work of Staggering Genius before bedtime, I slept like a baby. Now I just have to keep it up and also figure out how to work off the excessive caloric intake from CNY. Oh and in case you didn't get my SMS, Happy New Year!