Design is screwing me through and through. With no clue whatsoever is going around in the world, keeping my head on my table, with metal on full throttle, I try completing my work. With your seniors and your mentor telling you that you don't EVER design a space in the first semester itself, I can tell you, companèros, it's pretty encouraging! With your jury on head, dangling like an ass-kicking-sharp sword, your professor asks you to change your design. What one approves, the other rejects. It's almost like an Armageddon between your own teachers. And to make things more exciting, you fall sick, and end up sleeping every night (NO! make that dawn!) over your own sheets with no FREAKING significant memory of it. So much for having anti-allergies to cure you quick enough!
Anyhow, at least my other plan gets approved. YAY? Woopie much? You wish. It's time for me to drive, eat, work, yawn, listen to metal, work, yawn, eat, work, repeat!
With drooping eyes, and aching back, and a faltering smile,
Tener cuidado. :*