now i know why some people would rather be workaholics. being busy these few weeks, though quite a pain, has made me realise that it keeps your mind from wandering and from thinking about things that you'd rather not dwell on, especially if they're things that are so not worth dwelling upon. In a way, being busier could mean being happier, in a warped, i-live-in-denial sense. But for now, it's a coping mechanism, and until there is something that I wouldn't mind allowing my brain to dwell upon and immerse itself in, then work it shall be.