i woke up thirsty the day i died.
Every day it just gets harder and harder to drag myself to my desk and start working. I really need to entrench myself this weekend, too, since I want to have two (2) completed twenty-page drafts by Monday if possible, as well as a solid portion of my twenty-page reading journal. And then there's my big scary nebulous U.S. history paper, which is not getting any less scary the longer I put off doing it. And in my rational mind I know it's all still well within the realm of do-ability and that I'm a good writer and I'm not going to totally choke and fail... but I'm such a perfectionist, it's so easy to sink into despair. And then, you know, I start fantasizing about what I would do if I dropped out of university, and ridiculously reassuring myself that even if I get all Fs my life won't be over despite the fact that I totally lose at life.
Seriously, that time warp I ordered from Amazon should totally be here by now so that I can just skip all this and be in California with my boy. I'm gonna have to have a little chat with their customer service people.
Our house is so freakishly clean (i.e. "like a normal house") that I'm kind of floating around in it, unsure what to do. No one even came to look.
If you need me, I'll be in the fetal position.
Seriously, that time warp I ordered from Amazon should totally be here by now so that I can just skip all this and be in California with my boy. I'm gonna have to have a little chat with their customer service people.
Our house is so freakishly clean (i.e. "like a normal house") that I'm kind of floating around in it, unsure what to do. No one even came to look.
If you need me, I'll be in the fetal position.