I don't know how I'm going to get done all the things I need to get done by the time they need to be done. Especially this god forsaken Shakespeare essay. My motivation is p goddamn low, just want to sit on the couch and touch the cat and try not to think about boxes.

Today is a day of Nothing Goes Right and I just want to slap every part of it and not have to think about it ever again. Here we go:

Wake up:
Ugh I feel like shit. My head is swollen and rolling around heavy on my neck, maybe I'll just skip the gym today because I am nauseas and dizzy. Fuck it, I'm still fat, but I still need to walk for 10 minutes ( Read more... )

I've been looking at aquarium set ups and at cats-needing-homes online lately. It makes me sad since I:
a) will never be able to afford the time/effort/monies to get an awesome fish set up.
b) am still terrified that I'm going to kill my GOLDFISH (it really doesn't get much more hardy than goldfish...)
c) will never be able to rescue all of the cats ( Read more... )