June '07 (diary 2)

I am never systematic in doing anything, and I am never ever objective. Intuitive is a better adjective to describe me. Is it surprising that I never enjoyed working as an editor? Having said that, the past couple of days were mostly spent editing my work and it wasn't dull at all. Well, having to do this job very quickly was depressing. Repression was called for. I killed a lot of arguments and buried many thoughts. Yet it's time I learn to be realistic. Need to be sharp. No space for even anxiety. Sounds good actually?