muddled tiredness
Fuzzybottom.
I refer to this stuffed hamster as a "him". And so does John. We joke around like he's our son.
Now every time I see him, I think of John. Which isn't a bad thing, but it makes me sad. He brings me comfort...and when he's here, and not at John's, I guess you could say I cling to him when I go to sleep. We had a joke about us three being a family.
I got him in Vegas. John didn't like me going to Vegas. Why does John like Fuzzybottom? I'm a sucker for stuffed animals, and this stuffed hamster was too cute to pass up.
I'm warm and tired and uncomfortable. I should go to sleep...too much stuff done today. And I couldn't use my comp for half the time because I was rendering. And we aren't even going to have it all rendered by Thursday. Everyone seemed a bit snappy today. Oh well. We're all tired. Tomorrow I will work, then go to a final, then work until 5, then stay in the library and study for Psychology. I hate studying, it does no good for me, but hey, this is my last test evar (hopefully), and I may as well give it a shot.
Still don't feel good. Should go to bed. Two more days, or rather three until the big big day.
What am I going to do with my life? I feel lost.
I refer to this stuffed hamster as a "him". And so does John. We joke around like he's our son.
Now every time I see him, I think of John. Which isn't a bad thing, but it makes me sad. He brings me comfort...and when he's here, and not at John's, I guess you could say I cling to him when I go to sleep. We had a joke about us three being a family.
I got him in Vegas. John didn't like me going to Vegas. Why does John like Fuzzybottom? I'm a sucker for stuffed animals, and this stuffed hamster was too cute to pass up.
I'm warm and tired and uncomfortable. I should go to sleep...too much stuff done today. And I couldn't use my comp for half the time because I was rendering. And we aren't even going to have it all rendered by Thursday. Everyone seemed a bit snappy today. Oh well. We're all tired. Tomorrow I will work, then go to a final, then work until 5, then stay in the library and study for Psychology. I hate studying, it does no good for me, but hey, this is my last test evar (hopefully), and I may as well give it a shot.
Still don't feel good. Should go to bed. Two more days, or rather three until the big big day.
What am I going to do with my life? I feel lost.