1, 2, please
I wish our power would have stayed off longer. Then I would have a better excuse for not finishing this pathetic nature essay. I hate when I write essays and I just have to lie about things. It makes them even more unenjoyable. There is something wrong with my eyes, my head hurts, and my hand feels very big and swollen. This week should be great (awful) and I cannot, cannot, cannot wait until it's over. I want to quit my job. And I want to catch a cold so I will be obligated to get rest, and I will be forced to stay home and sleep for so many hours. More than anything, I want to go to sleep at 8:30pm and wake up the next day at lunchtime and not feel bad about it. I'm also noticing that I am always indecisive when I'm trying to figure out what to eat, and it's starting to upset me. I also notice that I always have an urge to go shopping every day between 4:30 and 5:30. And I miss doing the things I used to do. It's a strange world.