i will never get today back.
things i'd apparently rather do than be a useful human being:
update my livejournal about what a waste of a person i am.
sleep a lot.
move my computer to a new desk without unplugging it or turning it off.
search mySpace for people I haven't talked to since middle school.
measure the dimensions of all the rooms in the apartment; break tape measure.
see how quickly i can do a rated-difficult sudoku puzzle (18 minutes).
literally wring my hands while looking at job postings on craigslist.
cry about how i am wasting my time; still feel unmotivated.
move furniture that's way too heavy for me to move by myself.
futz with the internet connection.
agonize about how i'm not going to sleep tonight because i'm so stressed about not having done anything.
... you know, like, dissappoint my friends, family, boyfriend, boyfriend's family (check!), become a drain on resources, default on all my loans, lose my apartment and aforementioned loved ones, be unable to afford food, and die within the coming months; alone, unloved, and penniless ...
apparently i'd rather do these things than write a single cover letter.
This is not a "tell me i'm worthwhile" post; i am certainly not proving to be. rather, if you must say anything, just kick my ass a little (but lovingly).
but for now i have to go watch tv.
i wish i was kidding.
go ahead, ask me if i showered today.
update my livejournal about what a waste of a person i am.
sleep a lot.
move my computer to a new desk without unplugging it or turning it off.
search mySpace for people I haven't talked to since middle school.
measure the dimensions of all the rooms in the apartment; break tape measure.
see how quickly i can do a rated-difficult sudoku puzzle (18 minutes).
literally wring my hands while looking at job postings on craigslist.
cry about how i am wasting my time; still feel unmotivated.
move furniture that's way too heavy for me to move by myself.
futz with the internet connection.
agonize about how i'm not going to sleep tonight because i'm so stressed about not having done anything.
... you know, like, dissappoint my friends, family, boyfriend, boyfriend's family (check!), become a drain on resources, default on all my loans, lose my apartment and aforementioned loved ones, be unable to afford food, and die within the coming months; alone, unloved, and penniless ...
apparently i'd rather do these things than write a single cover letter.
This is not a "tell me i'm worthwhile" post; i am certainly not proving to be. rather, if you must say anything, just kick my ass a little (but lovingly).
but for now i have to go watch tv.
i wish i was kidding.
go ahead, ask me if i showered today.