2 more days and it actually felt ... nothing. Is it true that as you grow older, it has less and less meaning? Or is it just cause I still have so much to do that it felt nothing?
Great, I have classes from 12pm-7pm on Wednesday. Best gift ever.
And I need to stay up tonight and tomorrow night to rush my assignments and perhaps even Wednesday night and Thursday night. And once it's over, it's over. Truth is, there's no more a month's birthday. Not even a week.
And it doesn't even matter. I guess it's part of growing up. I've stopped being the childish me, wanting more cakes, more presents, more celebration. Expect less, get more.
Back to studying.