Am I allowed to just give up?
Hate my life. Can't do it anymore. I lose the game. (And the game, my friends, is LIFE.)
I've got a shit-ton to do tonight, and of course I had forgotten to change the time zone on my profile for my online workstation for French, so 11:00 rolls around tonight and I've only got a 73% completion. Fucking perfect end to a shit day. 24 hours of horribleness, and not the good kind.
Room is exceptionally clean. I swept everywhere on my side of the room. Even under my bed. That makes me feel a little better. (Although if I hadn't spent so long on it and laundry, I would've got my French done, fucking unconscious procrastination...)
I have just been informed that the leak is back. Luckily it's not heading our way.
God. I'm so tired, I'm just rambling now. I was talking with Steph just now, and I didn't just lose my train of thought, it just disappeared. Poof.
I am so far gone I don't even know where I am.
That sounded kinda profound, didn't it? It didn't? Damn.
My eating today consisted of fruit, cranberry juice and a blueberry bagel at breakfast, 1.5 turkey sandwich(es), Doritos, a Nature Valley bar and Sprite for lunch, then dinner of a small bit of leftover barbeque pork, a tiny bowl of the last of my Frosted Flakes and an apple.
I can't tell if I should be proud or worried that I ate so little for dinner. Hrm. I wanted to work out tonight. Might as well have, now, but it's too late.
Alright. Losing the coherency battle means it's time to go to bed. I'll just have to read Douglass and pray I don't fall asleep on it. (And if I do fall asleep on it, I pray I wake up in time to see Voyager.)
I've got a shit-ton to do tonight, and of course I had forgotten to change the time zone on my profile for my online workstation for French, so 11:00 rolls around tonight and I've only got a 73% completion. Fucking perfect end to a shit day. 24 hours of horribleness, and not the good kind.
Room is exceptionally clean. I swept everywhere on my side of the room. Even under my bed. That makes me feel a little better. (Although if I hadn't spent so long on it and laundry, I would've got my French done, fucking unconscious procrastination...)
I have just been informed that the leak is back. Luckily it's not heading our way.
God. I'm so tired, I'm just rambling now. I was talking with Steph just now, and I didn't just lose my train of thought, it just disappeared. Poof.
I am so far gone I don't even know where I am.
That sounded kinda profound, didn't it? It didn't? Damn.
My eating today consisted of fruit, cranberry juice and a blueberry bagel at breakfast, 1.5 turkey sandwich(es), Doritos, a Nature Valley bar and Sprite for lunch, then dinner of a small bit of leftover barbeque pork, a tiny bowl of the last of my Frosted Flakes and an apple.
I can't tell if I should be proud or worried that I ate so little for dinner. Hrm. I wanted to work out tonight. Might as well have, now, but it's too late.
Alright. Losing the coherency battle means it's time to go to bed. I'll just have to read Douglass and pray I don't fall asleep on it. (And if I do fall asleep on it, I pray I wake up in time to see Voyager.)