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Wednesday, June 16, 2010 . 6/16/2010 03:39:00 AM

This is a rather inhumane time to be awake... But since I don't have much of a plan tomorrow, other than create that program that my supervisor wants, and doing some assignment massacre, I intend to shift back to a more NORMAL sleeping pattern. I can't stand waking at 4pm when I slept at 11pm the night before.


So here I am, reading nothing much in particular, kinda trying to fight sleep. Apparently, this soldier ain't a good fighter.

Current battle: Headache.

Battle status: Not good.

Condition: Dying.


Fine. I shall sleep once my downloads are done. And ATTEMPT to wake up at 10.