Whine bitch moan complain
I am having a particularly bad week. I haven't been eating right, and I haven't been sleeping. Like, at all. I don't really feel like elaborating more than that, but somehow it makes me feel better to have people know my life is in a temporary sinkhole, self-absorbed whiner that I am right now.
If you catch me doing anything at all online (AIM, commenting on LJ, etc.) yell at me, because I have a paper due tomorrow.
Edit after some sleep and some work: Bless you, German Lit students, for posting your chatlogs about Heine's "Die schlesichen Weber" on the web, thus allowing me to use you as a source. Bless you. I even forgive you for writing in German.
If you catch me doing anything at all online (AIM, commenting on LJ, etc.) yell at me, because I have a paper due tomorrow.
Edit after some sleep and some work: Bless you, German Lit students, for posting your chatlogs about Heine's "Die schlesichen Weber" on the web, thus allowing me to use you as a source. Bless you. I even forgive you for writing in German.