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So. I had to ask my dad for money to help with my bills because I am completely broke. I'm working almost 40 hours a week and have 12 hours of grad class, about 500 pages of reading a week, and presentations, poems, and papers to write. I have two help_haiti fics to write, and I don't even have the time or energy to write the stories I'm supposed to have written for class. I'm supposed to have almost 50 pages of work for Tuesday, but I have 10. I have to read Wuthering Heights again with the idea of turning it into a presentation for Monday.
I don't have a day off for the next three weeks, and it will probably turn into a month tomorrow when I go into my first job and get my schedule. I don't see people except in class--two of which I absolutely detest. I have no friends in Montana; I'm so lonely that it actually hurts. I got to pet a dog that was sitting outside waiting for its owner to come out of the UC and I wanted to cry because I miss my own dogs so badly. I'm out of Cymbalta and can't afford to get it refilled. I'm out of ativan and can't afford to get that refilled.
My department head thinks I should stick around for another two years after I get my MFA to get my MA in lit.
I think no. I want nothing more than to drive home and have snuggles with my puppy.
I don't have a day off for the next three weeks, and it will probably turn into a month tomorrow when I go into my first job and get my schedule. I don't see people except in class--two of which I absolutely detest. I have no friends in Montana; I'm so lonely that it actually hurts. I got to pet a dog that was sitting outside waiting for its owner to come out of the UC and I wanted to cry because I miss my own dogs so badly. I'm out of Cymbalta and can't afford to get it refilled. I'm out of ativan and can't afford to get that refilled.
My department head thinks I should stick around for another two years after I get my MFA to get my MA in lit.
I think no. I want nothing more than to drive home and have snuggles with my puppy.