GAARG.
I had another post written, opened a second window to write an email, and quit it all. Fuck it.
Highlights:
-There's a mouse in our house. This freaks the hell out of me. I slept in Sara's bed...by slept, I mean got hot and got kicked. Noooot cool. Made it up to my bed at 3:30 am. I needed more sleep than that.
-I'm not sure if my system is capsizing due to stress, or if I'm just really tired. At any rate, I feel like death.
-I wish I had someone to break down with right now.
-I have a Mess article to write (which will be fun because it's in the "comes out over Christmas Fest" issue), a Kiddie Lit paper, and a now late musical theater outline. I want to go see Gary tomorrow.
-I am FREAKING out about how bad my skin looks right now. Reality check, I'm sure it's not that bad, but I feel like I have fucking chicken pox.
I need to stop bitching. And get to fucking work. I just want to sleep for like a year. I want my mom desparately.
Highlights:
-There's a mouse in our house. This freaks the hell out of me. I slept in Sara's bed...by slept, I mean got hot and got kicked. Noooot cool. Made it up to my bed at 3:30 am. I needed more sleep than that.
-I'm not sure if my system is capsizing due to stress, or if I'm just really tired. At any rate, I feel like death.
-I wish I had someone to break down with right now.
-I have a Mess article to write (which will be fun because it's in the "comes out over Christmas Fest" issue), a Kiddie Lit paper, and a now late musical theater outline. I want to go see Gary tomorrow.
-I am FREAKING out about how bad my skin looks right now. Reality check, I'm sure it's not that bad, but I feel like I have fucking chicken pox.
I need to stop bitching. And get to fucking work. I just want to sleep for like a year. I want my mom desparately.