to do or not to do...that is my ULTIMATE question...

haaaay, it's a Monday again. My world has revolved around the four corners of my room and it's really clawing me in. I can actually hear the tick-tocking of the clock outside and it's driving me slowly around the bend. I have called every friend already and as it turns out, they're all quite busy. Too bad, I'm not, right? Hmm, I'm getting tired of lounging around here and eating all the stock of chocolates that my mother has kept inside the fridge. Man, if two big bars of Toblerone, 1 big box of Swiss Chocolate and another box of French Chocos do not turn your sugar rush level up, I don't know what will. Aside from being a total choco-monster, I have also developed the love for bacon & ham. Forgive me doctor for I have sinned....
It has been two days straight for the bacon and me. I have been eating it since the weekends and man, the oh so fattening oil dripping from it while it I slowly chew on the crispy yet sumptuous meal in my mouth is "heavenly". It's what I call addicting. No need for beer or drugs for me, just a thin slice of pork and you'd expect me to do your bidding. Ok, that sounded wrong, I mean, really wrong. hahaha (wink, wink)

So much for starting the year on a clean slate, I'd practically need 6 months of retreat before I finally achieve that. On the contrary, I think 3 months would suffice. It would be enough to somehow make me shoo out the "evilness" in my body (wohoooo...is that a dare?)

Ok, back to the original context: I told myself that I'd gather all the courage that I have and would actually call the company that I still have this pending application to and guess what, to my dismay, I can't seem to get a hold of their HR personnel. Hello, I began calling at around 11 in the morning and up to this instant (5:45 in the afternoon), there is still no sign of her. Is it my lucky day or what? All I wanted to do was to follow up on the status of my papers and pray to God that she has some feedback already. Afterall, it's been 2 months since my whole application proper. Of course, I didn't get the chance to talk to her and I'm still left with this dilemma in my brain...I wish I could just operate on myself and take out my cerebrum, at least that will leave me clueless.