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Bleh, second night in a row with a headache. Stress stress stress.
Mom: "Wow, your skin looks terrible..."
Me: "I've been wearing the same makeup since 10AM."
Mom: "Oh. I think that makes it worse."
Me: "OH MY GOD SHUT UP I'M STRESSED OUT, OKAY?!"
There's some work stuff I want to talk about, but...tomorrow. It's going to end up long, and I just don't have the energy right now.
Also tomorrow: I need black sneakers. The pair I have are way too big. Why does no one tell you, when you lose a large amount of weight, that your shoes will no longer fit? That's important. I was going to make an appointment to get my car fixed sometime next week, but between my work schedule being fucked up and the fact that I'm going to be in Philadelphia over the weekend, I don't think I'll have time. If nothing else, I do need air in my front tires. Do not want flats.
Anyway. I just finished my pre-bed snack. So I think I'm going to turn in early so I can get shit done tomorrow.
Mom: "Wow, your skin looks terrible..."
Me: "I've been wearing the same makeup since 10AM."
Mom: "Oh. I think that makes it worse."
Me: "OH MY GOD SHUT UP I'M STRESSED OUT, OKAY?!"
There's some work stuff I want to talk about, but...tomorrow. It's going to end up long, and I just don't have the energy right now.
Also tomorrow: I need black sneakers. The pair I have are way too big. Why does no one tell you, when you lose a large amount of weight, that your shoes will no longer fit? That's important. I was going to make an appointment to get my car fixed sometime next week, but between my work schedule being fucked up and the fact that I'm going to be in Philadelphia over the weekend, I don't think I'll have time. If nothing else, I do need air in my front tires. Do not want flats.
Anyway. I just finished my pre-bed snack. So I think I'm going to turn in early so I can get shit done tomorrow.