Things I should be doing ( Read more... )

I'm tired ( Read more... )

( Never was there a tale of more woe . . . )

*curls into little ball and whimpers* My uterus hateses us, precious. I didn't get to go to the class about manuscripts and transcription because my world is pain. Hate. Hate hate hate.

Bed, again. Fuck you, life.

*flops* Okay, so I'm back ( Read more... )

I. Hate. People.

I wanted to be in bed an hour ago. Because I have barely slept all week. Because I am exhausted. Because I have to be at the hospital at eight tomorrow morning.

So I have a short message for the ASSHOLES currently SCREAMING, STOMPING, AND BLARING THEIR FUCKING MUSIC in the apartment below us.

WHAT FUCKING PART OF YOU DON'T FUCKING ( Read more... )

Why does sleep hate me? Just had almost a four hour nap and I still feel like I haven't slept in a week.

I swing between confidence that I'm going to get everything done on time, and the certainty that I'm going to dieLesse ( Read more... )

So apparently something was going on in the States yesterday? I dunno, a couple people mentioned it ( Read more... )

It's snowing out. Why is it snowing out? Snow. White stuff, in flurries. Gathering along the edges of curbs and around the base of trees. Snow. DO NOT WANT.

TO DOrenew books at library ( Read more... )

Now that I don't feel like stabbing the Director of Residence Life with a broken beer bottle, let's talk about what my night went like.

I had, for lack of a better term, a staff meeting.

Now, some of you know what my job is like. ( And the rest is under here, because it is long and ranty. )