Captain Potatoes & Life nom nom nom potatoes

First off, it must be apparent that the idiom of this particular blog has shifted toward more... how to put it... englishey grounds. Yes, englishey. Look it up. The reason behind this is that I'm more comfortable with the Queen's rather than Portuguese, a.k.a. it's easier to make amusing and witty retorts in English. Deal with it, I know I am :c

I'm here to talk about a condition I affectionately refer to as Peter (although it prefers "Hourglass Syndrome"). It's a sunuvabitch of a depressing status which you can sink into, oddly enough, when you're on vacation. Basically, whenever you feel like the few, precious days you have off are slipping away between your fingers, and you're not doing enough to enjoy the moment, you've got Hourglass. I suspect everyone has this on a weekly basis, most probably every Sunday morning.

I'm on vacation between semesters, and my holiday was cut short quite a lot. Even though it's still another week or so until I have to go back to Law School, the fact that my time was shortened seems to bug me. I don't want to feel the days blend in together, I want to do something every day that makes it memorable. Blending in together is for school days.

There seems to be no way out, though. It's not feasible to have some great plan for each and every day - heck, even the plans I have for only a few days seem increasingly harder to juggle. So be on the lookout for this condition guys, it's worse than AIDS, in a way (OK, maybe not).

I'm off for now, got potatoes to harvest.

The Cap'n