He tastes like candy, he's so beautiful
I hate these nights where I can't sleep cause all I can do is slink out of bed 2 and a half hours before I have to be up and play on this fucking intar-web dealie. I'm tired, and tomorrow is my first real day back at work since New Years' Eve because of that whole fucking back issue, and I really don't want to go back because this place and those fucking needy-assed women eat my soul and spit it back into my face. However, the bright spot in my week is my interview at the Columbus Literacy Council on Wednesday. That'd be so fucking bad-assed if I ace this interview. However, it comes at a crappy time cause I'm trying to get Nick's knee fixed and if I switch jobs right now, there goes the insurance but I'll be goddamned if I'm going to stay at this place. He'll understand, if the timing goes sour and things move quicker than we can stay caught up with. But at least we know how things can be done, this time.
I'm so exhausted, and I haven't done shit for 2 weeks. I sincerely hate my job, most of my life is at a 5 on a scale that should be titled "from sucking to 'blah'." I'm just tired. The bright spot in all of this is that thanks to the massive amount of emergency room visits I've had these past few weeks, there have been painkillers galore and so that's made some things a little more bearable, however, they are about 3 pills away from being finished so that's pretty much a gone-baby-gone done deal. The whole moving thing is taking far too long- the renovation of my grandmothers' house is a far more involved ordeal than my parents originally had thought, and so they're taking forever to move there, which means Nick and I have been waiting forever to move into their place, which puts me in the mind of saying fuck it all and Nick and I just getting another apartment.
I've been having horrible dreams and I can't sleep. This has been my life this whole entire year, and if it doesn't end soon (the insomnia and bad dreams, I have absolutely no hope that this year will be over in any sort of timely fashion), I think that I will just collapse.
I'm so exhausted, and I haven't done shit for 2 weeks. I sincerely hate my job, most of my life is at a 5 on a scale that should be titled "from sucking to 'blah'." I'm just tired. The bright spot in all of this is that thanks to the massive amount of emergency room visits I've had these past few weeks, there have been painkillers galore and so that's made some things a little more bearable, however, they are about 3 pills away from being finished so that's pretty much a gone-baby-gone done deal. The whole moving thing is taking far too long- the renovation of my grandmothers' house is a far more involved ordeal than my parents originally had thought, and so they're taking forever to move there, which means Nick and I have been waiting forever to move into their place, which puts me in the mind of saying fuck it all and Nick and I just getting another apartment.
I've been having horrible dreams and I can't sleep. This has been my life this whole entire year, and if it doesn't end soon (the insomnia and bad dreams, I have absolutely no hope that this year will be over in any sort of timely fashion), I think that I will just collapse.