Apr 25, 2008 04:35
It's 4:30am. My stomach feels like it's chewing on itself and I have a splitting headache. Obviously, I can't sleep, even if my body is completely exhausted. This should make for a fun Friday.
I was writing this in my head as I sat as still as I could in a bed that isn't mine. Now that I'm typing it, it's not as soothing as just talking to myself. I'll be able to sleep around 11am, but I'll be at work. Everything feels like I'm going backwards. I just didn't go to work on Wednesday. I don't get paid for it, but that's not like me. I just didn't show up. Does that mean I'm stressed? I've never not been able to tell. I feel despondent, and angry. But without any passion behind it.
I wonder if my online group turned in the assignment. I wish people would evaluate their computer skills better before taking an online course. If you have a hard time with forums, or email, you're pretty much screwed.
My thumb is asleep. Lucky bastard.
whine