shit hurricane
since my mom is not...
since fafsa is....
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ok.
my mom can't do her own taxes. she also doesn't understand how long fafsa always takes, so she waited until THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY, yesterday being the day the fafsa is DUE, to get her taxes done. due to this, possibly mac-compatibility related issues, and other inane eyeball-gougingly frustrating bullshit, i could not complete the form on time. realizing this last night, i lost my shit. roughly half of my tuition this year was supplied by government financial aid. i am completely fucked.
so, having nothing to do but either sleep, or run my car into the detroit river, i took a vicodin in favor of sleep.
bad idea.
i woke up at 6:30 and threw up a total of six times between then and 9, and assuming the reason i got sick was the combination of empty stomach + vicodin, these vomit sessions were especially ironic and painful.
now i have a ton of crap to get done, and a huge/crazy show to go to tonight, and all i want to do is curl up and die.
i realize that probably, everything will be ok. somehow... in some way that i can't conceive of yet. and i am still excited to go to cleveland tomorrow and see inland empire, assuming i am not actually sick (oh god, you shall feel my wrath)
but
damn.
since fafsa is....
asdfeefakjdljcnviej g9uifjidsios'dsdisdi'sijdf jasdf j
fdaskjf
dfajdfk
ok.
my mom can't do her own taxes. she also doesn't understand how long fafsa always takes, so she waited until THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY, yesterday being the day the fafsa is DUE, to get her taxes done. due to this, possibly mac-compatibility related issues, and other inane eyeball-gougingly frustrating bullshit, i could not complete the form on time. realizing this last night, i lost my shit. roughly half of my tuition this year was supplied by government financial aid. i am completely fucked.
so, having nothing to do but either sleep, or run my car into the detroit river, i took a vicodin in favor of sleep.
bad idea.
i woke up at 6:30 and threw up a total of six times between then and 9, and assuming the reason i got sick was the combination of empty stomach + vicodin, these vomit sessions were especially ironic and painful.
now i have a ton of crap to get done, and a huge/crazy show to go to tonight, and all i want to do is curl up and die.
i realize that probably, everything will be ok. somehow... in some way that i can't conceive of yet. and i am still excited to go to cleveland tomorrow and see inland empire, assuming i am not actually sick (oh god, you shall feel my wrath)
but
damn.