Karma’s a bitch. Do I have your attention now? Karma is a bitch and she hates me. She has done everything in her powers to make me miserable. I get a moment of happiness and *snap* a few hours later I am just about ready to start crying.

I realised yesterday how empty my fridge was so I took a trip to the local super market to buy some basic foodstuffs. I have this new thing where I’m eating as healthily as I can with less meat and less fat or oils. Yes, that’s right, I only started this new thing of mine yesterday and I’m pretty sure it will be just another thing I used to do by next week. I woke up with a slight cough so I thought I’d dress well before leaving the house. The moment I walked out I realised the season had changed. I hadn’t left the flat in 5 days and Spring decided to show up while I was locked inside suffering from my stomach ache and trying to study. By the time I got home I was verging on sweaty. I took my time to catch my breath, coughed a few times, ate a home-made sandwich (leaves and other green stuff aplenty) and just when I thought it was time to dive head first into studying once again the phone rang.

It was my project supervisor calling to check on my progress and stress levels. Surprisingly enough I sounded way too calm considering the state that my nerves were in. I did not hyperventilate while explaining the culs-de-sac (yes, plural) I had reached and my voice did not get all high pitched to the point of driving the neighbourhood dogs mad. Of course this is only because I have accepted my fate. I am very likely going to either fail or get a very bad grade in this very important assignment. Then, among other things, he uttered two magic words which made my heart skip a few beats and I got a head rush even though I was sitting down. “Deadline” and “extension”.

I don’t remember what was said over the next few minutes because of the black out and all but the next thing I remember is that I was on the bus and on my way to Uni. I got an extension to this week’s deadline and I now have 8 more days to complete everything. I was a smiling boy again but no longer calm. My anxiety had returned. Nothing was final any more and while there was still hope there was also the dread of failure that comes hand in hand with it.

When I arrived home again my cough had gotten worse and my brain had slowed down to a crawl. I was like Windows Vista on an old computer with a “Windows Vista capable” sticker on it. After a few attempts at finishing the site transfer here I decided to give it a rest and get some sleep. It seems that there is a server conspiracy against me and no matter where I try to host my sites I have problems. So I took a “nap” and 4 hours later I woke up and completed the transfer after Yoshi’s hosting company had sorted the issue. In the meantime my cough had gotten worse. I took some paracetamol and went back to bed thinking I could sleep off a cough. My mind works in mysterious ways after 5am.

I woke up around 8am with my home phone line, my mobile phone and the doorbell ringing. It was too surreal so I decided to pretend it was all a dream and didn’t leave the bed until everything stopped ringing. From the missed call log I found out it was my ma who was calling me. I called her back and told her all about my day and as I was speaking my cough was getting worse. A few minutes later we had to hang up since coughing endlessly really screws up a telephone conversation. I proceeded to dig out my medicine box and I’m now high on vitamins, cough syrup and tablets.

In summary, the weather is great (compared to the past few weeks) but my deadline is not until next week now, which means I can’t go out, I still have a lot of work to do for my project and I am ill. Now you see why I believe that Karma is a bitch?

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Written by Colin Brooks on 02.04.08 at 12:18 pm.