I detest you, Monday
How I hate Monday mornings. As I sit here typing this post, I am fighting sleep and losing the battle. Despite my FOUR cups of coffee this morning, it is impossible to keep my eyes open. Even as I type this, my eyes are heavily closing. I am so damn tired I can't even think straight.
This may very well be the first and last post of my week. Or if it's not, then it certainly should be. I need to start and finish researching and writing my english paper for Friday, therefore every waking (waking being the keyword) moment that I am not at work or school, I should be working on this paper. Since I have already procrastinated enough to last me through next semester, I will hopefully ignore any further urges to procrastinate and proceed to get my stupid ass in gear and write my freakin paper.
I also need to call my MSU advisor and set up my schedule for next fall.
I have no idea when I will find time to do this....and I'm just too tired to worry about it right now.
Dammit, I am really really tired.
The weekend was pretty good. Spent Friday night taking care of Tim, who was inflicted with both laryngitis and tonsilitis (spelling??). Poor thing, he was so pitiful and stubborn at the same time. In his words: "I'm not SICK...I'm just not 100%" Why do men refuse to admit when they are sick They are humans just the same as everyone else and humans get sick...but evidently Tim does not...he apparently just loses a small percentage of his wellness...which is SO OBVIOUSLY NOT the same thing as being sick.
*rolls eyes*
Then on Saturday we decided to go to Hackberry for the night b/c he was "feeling 100% percent again." We met Mom, Dad, Lindsay, and Peyton in Lake Charles, ate at Novrosky's. (Tim calls it Narcolepsy's....if that's not Austin LaBove, i'll kiss your foot) Then we went to see Sin City...Chelsie no likey. It was way too long and just didn't do a thing for me. I only respect it because Elijah Wood, Michael Madsen, and Quentin Tarintino are involved in it. But otherwise, I will do without it.
It is now 10:45 and I have class at 11:00 so I suppose I will make my way over there even though I will have to stab myself repeatedly in the leg with my pen to ensure that I stay awake.
Dammit, I hate you Monday morning. Please go away and send Friday.
This may very well be the first and last post of my week. Or if it's not, then it certainly should be. I need to start and finish researching and writing my english paper for Friday, therefore every waking (waking being the keyword) moment that I am not at work or school, I should be working on this paper. Since I have already procrastinated enough to last me through next semester, I will hopefully ignore any further urges to procrastinate and proceed to get my stupid ass in gear and write my freakin paper.
I also need to call my MSU advisor and set up my schedule for next fall.
I have no idea when I will find time to do this....and I'm just too tired to worry about it right now.
Dammit, I am really really tired.
The weekend was pretty good. Spent Friday night taking care of Tim, who was inflicted with both laryngitis and tonsilitis (spelling??). Poor thing, he was so pitiful and stubborn at the same time. In his words: "I'm not SICK...I'm just not 100%" Why do men refuse to admit when they are sick They are humans just the same as everyone else and humans get sick...but evidently Tim does not...he apparently just loses a small percentage of his wellness...which is SO OBVIOUSLY NOT the same thing as being sick.
*rolls eyes*
Then on Saturday we decided to go to Hackberry for the night b/c he was "feeling 100% percent again." We met Mom, Dad, Lindsay, and Peyton in Lake Charles, ate at Novrosky's. (Tim calls it Narcolepsy's....if that's not Austin LaBove, i'll kiss your foot) Then we went to see Sin City...Chelsie no likey. It was way too long and just didn't do a thing for me. I only respect it because Elijah Wood, Michael Madsen, and Quentin Tarintino are involved in it. But otherwise, I will do without it.
It is now 10:45 and I have class at 11:00 so I suppose I will make my way over there even though I will have to stab myself repeatedly in the leg with my pen to ensure that I stay awake.
Dammit, I hate you Monday morning. Please go away and send Friday.