Sometimes I wake up with a feeling. A bad feeling about something that may or may not happen that day. And whenever I have that feeling, it usually goes that bad way. Sigh. I don’t like having such feelings because the reoccurences of that feeling point towards a sign for me and that lowers my confidence level going into that dreaded event. Well today was one of those days. I can’t really control that feeling. It’s like if I have that feeling I just bomb whatever I have to do and if I don’t, I really excel. Oh well, I can just hope and pray that I didn’t exactly bomb today’s one. That was in the morning.

In the afternoon, well I took part in one of those experiments you get paid for. Yes, I’m a cheapo who’s got nothing better to do with my time but hey, look who’s getting the moolah! I like taking part in these research experiments or whatever you call them. The benefits seem to be getting better and better each time. Once upon a time, I took part in them only because I would be interested in them, such as personality and communication experiments. These days, I still limit myself to these research interests but I get enticed more easily. Today’s one was good. It boasted interaction with counterparts with college kids in another country and lovely food and drinks, on top of monetary remuneration.

Yet I was unhappy about bombing the morning episode. So I went with Bab to down some Hoegardens. I don’t like beer very much but the taste of apparent/looming failure is very much harder for me to swallow. I must remind myself that failure is just part and parcel of life. But I really wish it weren’t.