Resuscitations
Alright, I decided I'm going to start posting again... let's see who notices.
I've been feeling pretty craptacular... I'm sick today, so I'm not going in to work, and I'm going to have to force myself to get up and go take my quiz in Linguistics. Today and tomorrow are the last two days of class, but I have two work-intensive papers due Thursday. Why is it that whenever I'm in this sort of situation, the potentially delicate issues in my life always like to explode? My situation with a good friend of mine and his girlfriend went downhill last night. Charles said it seemed like things were going well, but the pressure of it got to be too much for me. This, in turn, seems to have caused problems for everyone involved. Which is usually the way of things... I don't know. I don't really have time to deal with all of this right now, because I've got too much work to do. Of course, that means that when I'm finally done with my work, all of this stuff will come back to bite me in the ass. Ah, well. Such is the way of life... as soon as you dodge all the punches, it's got a henchman waiting around the corner with a baseball bat.
I'm gonna go crawl back in bed with my linguistics book, pretend my head doesn't feel like it's splitting in half, and CRAM LIKE A MOTHERF***ER.
I've been feeling pretty craptacular... I'm sick today, so I'm not going in to work, and I'm going to have to force myself to get up and go take my quiz in Linguistics. Today and tomorrow are the last two days of class, but I have two work-intensive papers due Thursday. Why is it that whenever I'm in this sort of situation, the potentially delicate issues in my life always like to explode? My situation with a good friend of mine and his girlfriend went downhill last night. Charles said it seemed like things were going well, but the pressure of it got to be too much for me. This, in turn, seems to have caused problems for everyone involved. Which is usually the way of things... I don't know. I don't really have time to deal with all of this right now, because I've got too much work to do. Of course, that means that when I'm finally done with my work, all of this stuff will come back to bite me in the ass. Ah, well. Such is the way of life... as soon as you dodge all the punches, it's got a henchman waiting around the corner with a baseball bat.
I'm gonna go crawl back in bed with my linguistics book, pretend my head doesn't feel like it's splitting in half, and CRAM LIKE A MOTHERF***ER.