It is officially tomorrow
I should sleep. I have to get up in 4 hours, call and yell at Housing and Financial Aid and register for a class to replace the one that got frelling cancelled. So that i can go back to sleep afterward so that i can rest before PT.
But instead, I'm sitting up, in my ex-boyfriends room(Wilson my first ever boyfriend, not Greg Teh Liar), in his bed where I have been sleeping for the last three days. Oh didn't I mention that? On top of everything, I've been staying with my ex's mom and living in his room because my dad has 13 people staying at his house, sleeping in my room.
I can't make myself lie down, no surprise there. Don't you wish you had my life?
But hey, I've got the first 150 words of the SEQUEL to Illicit Exploits of an LA Rentboy written. Cause that story isnt long enough... *sigh* That is so not what I should be doing right now.
I need tomorrow to be better. So much.
But instead, I'm sitting up, in my ex-boyfriends room(Wilson my first ever boyfriend, not Greg Teh Liar), in his bed where I have been sleeping for the last three days. Oh didn't I mention that? On top of everything, I've been staying with my ex's mom and living in his room because my dad has 13 people staying at his house, sleeping in my room.
I can't make myself lie down, no surprise there. Don't you wish you had my life?
But hey, I've got the first 150 words of the SEQUEL to Illicit Exploits of an LA Rentboy written. Cause that story isnt long enough... *sigh* That is so not what I should be doing right now.
I need tomorrow to be better. So much.