ugh
I'm so tired. All I did today was ride various trains across New York City to sign a form and submit a picture for my visa. It took FOREVER. It's 40 minutes to the NJ Transit station, 90 minutes to NY, about 10 minutes of the subway, then about 60 minutes taking the 7 to Flushing. Then we had to do it all backwards, stopping twice. Once was for lunch at Chevy's, and the second time was so two of the guys I'm going to China with could patronize a group of Scientologists giving free "Stress Tests."
They weren't really stress tests, obviously. I mean, they told the crazy people why they were stressed, and then the crazy people just pushed that Dianetics book on them. (But you don't have to buy it. They just give you one if you donate $8. ;P) The one guy reversed what stressed him and what didn't to see how the stress test machine really worked, which must've been on a dial since it went by what he said rather than what he really felt. (Surprise, surprise, right?)
So anyway, the Transit train back home was delayed nearly an hour. By the time I got home I was too tired to do anything more than watch TV or look at stuff online. I thought I might be able to finish that second draft today, but just looking at it makes me even more tired.
The weekend needs to be longer. I feel like I wasted it.
Plus my sister's in here talking LOUDLY on the phone (yes, at 1 am) and her girl friend is talking LOUDLY back. *stabbystabstab*
ETA: NO ONE CARES WHO KYLE XY IS.
They weren't really stress tests, obviously. I mean, they told the crazy people why they were stressed, and then the crazy people just pushed that Dianetics book on them. (But you don't have to buy it. They just give you one if you donate $8. ;P) The one guy reversed what stressed him and what didn't to see how the stress test machine really worked, which must've been on a dial since it went by what he said rather than what he really felt. (Surprise, surprise, right?)
So anyway, the Transit train back home was delayed nearly an hour. By the time I got home I was too tired to do anything more than watch TV or look at stuff online. I thought I might be able to finish that second draft today, but just looking at it makes me even more tired.
The weekend needs to be longer. I feel like I wasted it.
Plus my sister's in here talking LOUDLY on the phone (yes, at 1 am) and her girl friend is talking LOUDLY back. *stabbystabstab*
ETA: NO ONE CARES WHO KYLE XY IS.