Going crazy
If I ever have children, I will not put my little girl's hair in a ponytail on the crown of her head, making her look like freakin' Pebbles from the Flintstones!
June has started off as a not good month.
You'd think I'd be used to this, since the last, oh, five months have sucked.
But regardless.
I'm running out of time and everyone is so blase about everything and I want to slap them all and point out we don't have things done and why am I the only one doing them?
I'm so tired.
I had a hysterical crying fit last Friday.
Last night I was up until 2:30, thinking I had the Maryland plague again.
I was told it was nerves and I should stop worrying so much.
Says the worrier.
Feh.
FEH!
I realized as I read Chris-Luke's entry that I'm losing control. Or rather, I have no control over anything. Not work or home life or even me.
I keep trying to keep myself occupied. My brain says if we keep going, we won't notice we're losing bits of us as we run. But if we keep going, we'll survive. We'll get to the next day, and the day after that.
I internalize things so much anymore. I rarely type here. I don't use AIM much at all. I don't do anything I enjoy anymore. No WoW. No Sims.
I've gained weight. I'm the biggest I've ever been. I don't care what Cassie and Gerry and Sara say. I know my pants and shirt sizes.
Meh, I know. I'm complaining about stuff I could change but am too lazy to do so, right?
Right?
&%*$ you.
Did I mention I really loathe work right now. I have stuff to do and no time to do it.
I know. Get over it.
I will . . . eventually.
June has started off as a not good month.
You'd think I'd be used to this, since the last, oh, five months have sucked.
But regardless.
I'm running out of time and everyone is so blase about everything and I want to slap them all and point out we don't have things done and why am I the only one doing them?
I'm so tired.
I had a hysterical crying fit last Friday.
Last night I was up until 2:30, thinking I had the Maryland plague again.
I was told it was nerves and I should stop worrying so much.
Says the worrier.
Feh.
FEH!
I realized as I read Chris-Luke's entry that I'm losing control. Or rather, I have no control over anything. Not work or home life or even me.
I keep trying to keep myself occupied. My brain says if we keep going, we won't notice we're losing bits of us as we run. But if we keep going, we'll survive. We'll get to the next day, and the day after that.
I internalize things so much anymore. I rarely type here. I don't use AIM much at all. I don't do anything I enjoy anymore. No WoW. No Sims.
I've gained weight. I'm the biggest I've ever been. I don't care what Cassie and Gerry and Sara say. I know my pants and shirt sizes.
Meh, I know. I'm complaining about stuff I could change but am too lazy to do so, right?
Right?
&%*$ you.
Did I mention I really loathe work right now. I have stuff to do and no time to do it.
I know. Get over it.
I will . . . eventually.