I did all right this weekend getting through my homework. Not as momentous as I'd hoped, but okay. And just now, at the moment on Sunday night when I am gripped by listless inaction and four-year-fortified apathy, I get that roller-coaster feeling in my stomach about tomorrow. I wonder what'll happen, because this could end up determining so ( Read more... )

Shoot myself in the face, my feet are so fucking cold. Fuckin' critics' sheet (#2). I'm going to self-destruct of nerves and self-doubt before Wednesday. I voted for the first time today. I don't want to do my homework. I don't want to go to class anymore. I meant to type tomorrow, but I wrote "anymore," whoops, Freudian slip. I will get ( Read more... )

When am I going to grow up and stop letting professors make me feel like shit because I'm not perfect? When am I going to grow up and stop letting me make MYSELF feel like shit because I'm not perfect?

Ugh, so much homework. I hate weeks like this.

Fuckin' critics' sheet. Man.

On the bright side, I got a little blue box today.

Wake up. Receive email from professor requesting that the class read fifty pages before our first class next week. Go to work. Spend two hours sitting with two three-year-olds who refuse to sleep during naptime. Wrestle shoes onto and carry screaming three-year-old to bathroom. Comfort two-year-old crying for his mother. Get kids' snack ready ( Read more... )

Today I went to the doctor. I was asked my name, address, birthday, social security number, height, weight, blood type, exact hair length in inches, date of last teeth cleaning, and average daily caloric intake, and didn't see a doctor, as per usual. Instead, I saw a very nice middle-aged nurse practictioner. She was very nice, did I say that? ( Read more... )