i'm very tired and i want to be drunk
I've had very little time today, despite getting up earlier than I expected and not taking as long at the gym as I'd allotted myself (made some good progress there in that I lifted some slightly heavier heavy things but my entire run more or less was filled with resentment and sore Achilles' tendons so it's probably a good thing that tomorrow is my scheduled CATHOLIC BULLSHIT day, also the dark hollows under my eyes are like wells and I feel like I'm going to pass out. NIGHT SHIFT WHEE). I mean, I had to go get my Hairs Did and then walk to the station and then etc etc and find some dinner so basically I've had no time.
Therefore I don't think it's entirely melodramatic to complain that I haven't managed to do the stuff I cavalierly said I was going to do (mail out binders to people, restructure/tidy book outline so far, add edit notes to document, work on Liza's fic, work on Dali's essay... probably a good thing Marika's too busy SORTING OUT HER WEDDING to get back to me about the proof-reading or I'd drown in shit I haven't done yet).
Anyway. There's always tomorrow I suppose.
[I am vaguely considering that if I eat more I might be able to lift more. Then again I am also considering the ACRES AND ACRES of prime real estate in TOTAL SELF-LOATHING that I have moved into recently and how likely it is that eating more will build me a mansion in the land of I HATE MYSELF in which I shall dwell eternally].
Here is a picture of my new necklace:
It says "cumdump". I am a classy boy.
Therefore I don't think it's entirely melodramatic to complain that I haven't managed to do the stuff I cavalierly said I was going to do (mail out binders to people, restructure/tidy book outline so far, add edit notes to document, work on Liza's fic, work on Dali's essay... probably a good thing Marika's too busy SORTING OUT HER WEDDING to get back to me about the proof-reading or I'd drown in shit I haven't done yet).
Anyway. There's always tomorrow I suppose.
[I am vaguely considering that if I eat more I might be able to lift more. Then again I am also considering the ACRES AND ACRES of prime real estate in TOTAL SELF-LOATHING that I have moved into recently and how likely it is that eating more will build me a mansion in the land of I HATE MYSELF in which I shall dwell eternally].
Here is a picture of my new necklace:
It says "cumdump". I am a classy boy.