horribly negative post full of horribly negative thoughts
/insert standard vague statement of unhappiness here
I got a hit off an ad I published but the woman in question is thirty and my roommate wants someone no older than twenty-five. Which, I mean, is fair and all, but what if no one around our age wants to move in?
I hurt my wrist somehow on Thursday; I don't know what I did to it exactly but it's not swollen at all. It does hurt a lot when I put weight on it or bend it back. I don't know if it will be a problem at work or not.
I am seriously behind in NaNo and am not sure when I am going to catch up.
It's looking like I'm not going to be able to see Harry Potter on opening night, I think it's sold out. Which is not really a big deal, but I was looking forward to it, and I don't have much to look forward to these days other than sleep.
I need to clean.
I am having difficulty coping with the fact that I really like Katy Perry's song "Teenage Dream". I mean, actually like it, not just appreciate it for its dance music value. I don't like Katy Perry. I don't typically like her music for its quality if at all. And yet, this song.
I really don't want to go to work tomorrow.
I really don't want to go to work ever.
I need to buy a winter coat but it seems silly since I'll be leaving. But I suspect I'll want it while I'm here.
New York is too far away to just pop down for the evening.
I am out of comfort food. Also salad. Also things to drink that are not water or tea.
Good things, because ending on a good note will in theory make me feel better:
I did laundry today.
I saw a friend today and we had coffee and chatted. That was fun.
When I get home tomorrow I can watch Misfits and Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes.
I am at least getting hits on my housing ad. Well, two. And neither of them seem like they're going to work out, but if two people were interested, others will be, right?
I get paid tomorrow.
going to sleep now. Things will most likely feel as bleak in the morning but at least it'll be with six hours of sleep more than I have now.
I got a hit off an ad I published but the woman in question is thirty and my roommate wants someone no older than twenty-five. Which, I mean, is fair and all, but what if no one around our age wants to move in?
I hurt my wrist somehow on Thursday; I don't know what I did to it exactly but it's not swollen at all. It does hurt a lot when I put weight on it or bend it back. I don't know if it will be a problem at work or not.
I am seriously behind in NaNo and am not sure when I am going to catch up.
It's looking like I'm not going to be able to see Harry Potter on opening night, I think it's sold out. Which is not really a big deal, but I was looking forward to it, and I don't have much to look forward to these days other than sleep.
I need to clean.
I am having difficulty coping with the fact that I really like Katy Perry's song "Teenage Dream". I mean, actually like it, not just appreciate it for its dance music value. I don't like Katy Perry. I don't typically like her music for its quality if at all. And yet, this song.
I really don't want to go to work tomorrow.
I really don't want to go to work ever.
I need to buy a winter coat but it seems silly since I'll be leaving. But I suspect I'll want it while I'm here.
New York is too far away to just pop down for the evening.
I am out of comfort food. Also salad. Also things to drink that are not water or tea.
Good things, because ending on a good note will in theory make me feel better:
I did laundry today.
I saw a friend today and we had coffee and chatted. That was fun.
When I get home tomorrow I can watch Misfits and Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes.
I am at least getting hits on my housing ad. Well, two. And neither of them seem like they're going to work out, but if two people were interested, others will be, right?
I get paid tomorrow.
going to sleep now. Things will most likely feel as bleak in the morning but at least it'll be with six hours of sleep more than I have now.