HPL

The Duff had spent another week sleepless as usual. The experiment from the previous week was a complete failure. While he managed to go to bed early, he found himself thinking too much, focusing too much on what was playing on his ipod, and even watching shows by his bed. As such, he had gone to the lands of faerie at his usual stipulated 4.30am each day.

And the weekend tipped everything over the edge! On Thursday night/Friday morning, he managed to get home only at 5 after partying the night away with his colleagues. Even then, he only hit the sack at 7. Friday night was an all nighter on the desktop, catching up with his favourite shows until 7 once again. The hours spent hibernating during the day was of course marred by interruptions and the sunlight just burning away at his REM allocation. Saturday night was with his posse of guys, table swimming and suppering.

As for last night? He was up throughout studying for 2 tests that he'd be facing in 2 hours. Such is his folly. His typical drag-ass routine of enjoying first and struggling later. Try as he might, his impulse control is next to nil when the promise of immediate utility dances ever enticingly right 2 feet ahead of his eyes.

The Duff shall be posting his test results here for all who want to see, as a punishment for his well-realised sloth.

As he psychically recites to me now in his dungeon of toil, he is perpetually disgusted by the state of his surroundings. It is a small 2-bedded room with rusty window grilles, uncountable geckos and their droppings laced on every open faced surface, a creaky overhead fan that threatens quick doom and decapitation in an instance, enough mosquitoes to start the next malaria outbreak, and an entire army of ants streaming menacingly across the common aisle to the ant trap that had lain forgotten for months until now, when a stumbling scout chanced upon it and called upon his brethren to retrieve this trojan horse.

His nose has just started running due to the dust and coupled with the moisture supplied by the ample greenery, his footrot has returned. He cannot wait to leave this place, even if the next destination in his course is on another continent. Bittersweet Symphonies.