It might be a case of ADD, or perhaps I simply left any form of Concentration a couple of years back, tangled somewhere with that last bit of rationality and functional brain cells.

At any rate, I think it’s highly problematic. Not being able to concentrate on one single thing for a period of over two minutes is worrisome. To phrase it into analogical effect, it’s the difference of an orderly line compared to a chaotic mess of anarchic commuters to a public transportation service. That’s bad. And it causes delays.

Maybe it can be cured medicinally. Maybe there’s a sort of pill that can let me concentrate for an hour and tap on the full potential of every single second of it, letting me reap the benefits of the time-space continuum and the very fabric of dimensions.

Something that can let me read up on computer overclocking without having to jump off and visit TVTropes every two minutes. Where the heck are our alchemists?

As per my usual conformity to the fine art of procrastination, I now find myself revising about overclocking a fair too late for comfort. In the days of college it’ll mean that I have to pull out an all-nighter. For now, I decided that I could get the final stretch of cramming done masterfully within the confines of tomorrow. That’ll probably mean at midnight.

Or during the flight to Jakarta.

Or the night at the hotel itself.

Shoot.

That’s it; by tomorrow evening, I’ll technically become the most knowledgeable person at the office when it comes to overclocking. It’s not arrogance talking. It’s what I have to become, or I’ll find myself in the bug pits of Skull Island.

Okay. To bed, so that I can wake in time for the event tomorrow.