Fuck you, later part of the year. Fuck. You.
[BE ADVISED: THIS IS A RANT POST. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A RANT BY AN IN PAIN REDHEAD, MOVE ALONG.]
Warnings for this rant: language, tmi, and all sorts of temper.
Next year better be fucking better, that's all I have to say. Since October I really haven't had a break. And the thing is, it's really not school. I planned for school to drive me crazy. I carefully calculated my sanity ratio so I knew how much would be left at 11am every Friday (Fridays at work are a joke, so no sanity is needed.). What I didn't calculate was the inordinate amount of my weekends that have been full. October was butt-fuck insane. I've barely written 500 words last month. I didn't have the time to work on that damned meme I'm still slugging through. And I will finish it, even if it's the last thing I motherfucking do. And "with great expectations" (woo Gundam Wing reference) I look to November.
ONLY TO FUCKING START A WEEK EARLY. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go ask your mom about the birds and the bees.) Don't get me wrong, I can handle that too. Been doing it since i was 13. But a week early? Fuck that shit. The earlier I am, the more pain I'm in. Exponentially. So here I am in my office, curled up in excruciating pain, starving, nauseous, and trying not to whimper since one of my coworkers doesn't understand that when he asks what's wrong and I say "you don't want to know" he really doesn't want to know and he hasn't learned to stop asking when this comes around monthly.
So, plan for today:
-get lunch and meds
-skip biology recitation and physics lab
-go home early
-sleep a couple of hours
-study for my physics test.
-have an hour free right before bed to write since apparently my muse won't shut up about a story.
/rant
Warnings for this rant: language, tmi, and all sorts of temper.
Next year better be fucking better, that's all I have to say. Since October I really haven't had a break. And the thing is, it's really not school. I planned for school to drive me crazy. I carefully calculated my sanity ratio so I knew how much would be left at 11am every Friday (Fridays at work are a joke, so no sanity is needed.). What I didn't calculate was the inordinate amount of my weekends that have been full. October was butt-fuck insane. I've barely written 500 words last month. I didn't have the time to work on that damned meme I'm still slugging through. And I will finish it, even if it's the last thing I motherfucking do. And "with great expectations" (woo Gundam Wing reference) I look to November.
ONLY TO FUCKING START A WEEK EARLY. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go ask your mom about the birds and the bees.) Don't get me wrong, I can handle that too. Been doing it since i was 13. But a week early? Fuck that shit. The earlier I am, the more pain I'm in. Exponentially. So here I am in my office, curled up in excruciating pain, starving, nauseous, and trying not to whimper since one of my coworkers doesn't understand that when he asks what's wrong and I say "you don't want to know" he really doesn't want to know and he hasn't learned to stop asking when this comes around monthly.
So, plan for today:
-get lunch and meds
-skip biology recitation and physics lab
-go home early
-sleep a couple of hours
-study for my physics test.
-have an hour free right before bed to write since apparently my muse won't shut up about a story.
/rant