It's like carving at my wrists with butter knives.

Feb 06, 2007 14:50

I'm having the kind of day that I needed to have yesterday, and by having it today, I'm having it at the expense of the classes that yesterday could have prepared me for. I didn't do a fucking thing yesterday--not even my laundry. Well, now my laundry's in the wash, and I'll be ok with my reading, but I'm still behind, because I found out I spent my morning writing a paper that's due Thursday instead of later today, which is when I thought it was.

Fucking whatever. I'm chipping.
Winter is so stressful. Just it being winter is upping my levels of stress.

I have a story brewing, and that's a good thing, because I have to turn another one in for ENG 320 in three weeks (I think).
No--scratch that. I have until the end of March, so roughly two months--double--to finish it. Cool.
But I need to start organizing my ideas.
I don't like organizing anything, much less my ideas.
I don't like doing anything, really.
Uugghhh....

We're supposed to get three or six inches of snow in the next two days. I wish we wouldn't.
I wish it was warm enough to break open the Secret Spot a few months early. That would be cool.
I need to figure out if I'm going to Philadelphia next weekend. I need to figure out a lot.

Fuck this.
Whose idea was it to take two lit courses? Not mine, I'll tell you.
This was not my idea.

bob loblaw, oxford, snow

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