Lazy Day
I couldn't sleep last night. Thoughts were running through my head like mad. They just wouldn't stop. I kept thinking about school and presentations and content, what I'm going to say and how I'm going to say it. 4 hours.
I woke up to my mom emptying my garbage can at 7:30 in the morning. I still had an hour before I had to wake up and I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I rolled over and looked at the clock. 11:30 on the dot. My class had just started. I didn't care too much because going to that class is useless anyways, and I didn't feel like talking because I had said everything I needed to say in my head the night before. I was exhausted.
I woke up and watched tv for about 3 hours, then wasted the rest of the day online. I printed out my readings and told myself I would read them later but lo and behold, they sit on my desk, unread. I guess I can do some of it tomorrow on the bus. It's not a big deal. I hate how I have to isolate myself from my house so that I actually do work. Why am I such a procrastinator? My bed is distracting. But then so are the people outside, and looking for a private space to study is difficult.
It's quite late right now and I have to get up in the morning. I'm not the least bit tired. I should have filled that prescription for Imovane, but I'm afraid of paying too much money for it. But I guess it's necessary because I really really can't get to sleep. I really need to wash my face and brush my teeth, and clean my room, and vacuum, and shower, and do laundry. My life is a dirty mess.
I woke up to my mom emptying my garbage can at 7:30 in the morning. I still had an hour before I had to wake up and I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I rolled over and looked at the clock. 11:30 on the dot. My class had just started. I didn't care too much because going to that class is useless anyways, and I didn't feel like talking because I had said everything I needed to say in my head the night before. I was exhausted.
I woke up and watched tv for about 3 hours, then wasted the rest of the day online. I printed out my readings and told myself I would read them later but lo and behold, they sit on my desk, unread. I guess I can do some of it tomorrow on the bus. It's not a big deal. I hate how I have to isolate myself from my house so that I actually do work. Why am I such a procrastinator? My bed is distracting. But then so are the people outside, and looking for a private space to study is difficult.
It's quite late right now and I have to get up in the morning. I'm not the least bit tired. I should have filled that prescription for Imovane, but I'm afraid of paying too much money for it. But I guess it's necessary because I really really can't get to sleep. I really need to wash my face and brush my teeth, and clean my room, and vacuum, and shower, and do laundry. My life is a dirty mess.