Case of the Mondays

Aug 23, 2006 15:46

No, nothing special, not even Monday. Today is not even a fucking Monday and it's dragging, and i'm being tortured with it. Well it makes more sense to explain that this morning, at oh about 4:30am I woke up with the realization that I was having a dream which was a bastardization of just about every collective nightmare I had as a child. The eerie part was that I was in one of those states where I knew my place, that i'm now 20 years old and this rubbish is nothing but a dream. It was the realization when I woke up that the dreams I had just vividly slept through were the same ones that scared the bejezus outta me as a kid. (floating orbs telling me to leave my house, masked beings chasing me down hallways, me being trapped in a room that I know is slowly sinking so that sooner than later I wont be able to reach the door, even though it was locked and my only way out)

I wake up and haul myself out of bed to realize I've got two days left of "summer work" no, i'll still have the job come the schoolyear, just much fewer hours. Like only two days a week fewer hours. I get into work and find out my project that i'm currently working on (previous due date November 8th) was moved up two months, yes I said months, to September 8th. Is this a problem....

Now it depends what a problem is, I for one answer "yes/no". Being a jerk (in place of less polite term) I say this because can I do it, yes. But do I want to bust my butt the last 16 hours i'm at work for the summer (i'm not going to dignify this with an answer)

I need to make up for last night's restless sleep, i need to finish this project, and come to think of it, I could use a few hunded dollars to help pay for books because i'm somewhat out of my gourd and taking 18 credits starting Monday.

Sanity's gone, i'm just crazy.
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