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dammit. why do stupid mistakes have to come back and bite us in the ass. i guess we can't just ask them to leave us alone though.. its not like they belong to anyone else but ourselves. that must be how parents who have kids they don't really want feel. except they are reminded of it every minute of the day, not just when a kind slovak emails them a merry christmas note.
moral of the story: i am a dumbass.
preventative measures to be taken: deal with existential crisis so as to prevent further drinking habits.
current status of preventative measures: crisis solved (ie. as solved as possible).
result of actions: habits have ceased. consequences remain.
other notes: making a lot of money is not worth being miserable over an indefinate period of time. but going to school might be. hence the angst.
ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
on another note. i wrote a poem. hurrah for creativity and bad moods.
now i am going to sleep.
moral of the story: i am a dumbass.
preventative measures to be taken: deal with existential crisis so as to prevent further drinking habits.
current status of preventative measures: crisis solved (ie. as solved as possible).
result of actions: habits have ceased. consequences remain.
other notes: making a lot of money is not worth being miserable over an indefinate period of time. but going to school might be. hence the angst.
ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
on another note. i wrote a poem. hurrah for creativity and bad moods.
now i am going to sleep.