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Oh dear Lord, I've succumbed to actually writing in this thing... crap. Don't expect it often. I'm bored as crap and don't feel like doing anything.
Ah yes... The dates are still off...
You ever have one of those days, where you get up and just think, "No. Not today"? Well, that's today. That's actually every day that I go to work late or have off, in fact. But today I have the added bonus of feeling like CRAP. Like I got hit by a dump truck and I've been dragged a couple miles... Not to mention the stuffy nose and throat-drip thing. Ugh. AND ON TOP OF THAT I HAVE TO WORK TONIGHT. I'll call out sick, but today's a long day, the brunt of my paycheck will be had tonight... Alas. And now look at me! I've reverted to bitching in this dang journal thing! What a day indeed.
Well, now that I've said my piece about the Hell-hole that is today, I'm actually rather fantastic. I'm happy for one, but then again, I've been pretty bloody happy since the end of December, and I can't see that high dying anytime soon. I have money from work, so at least I could be doing something--but I'm not. I need school to start, all that bitching y'all do... I need that right now. I really don't fancy sitting around my danged house all day only to work from 4-midnight. Not cool. Well I'm going to stop bitching now. I feel like an angsty preteen girl. :p
Ps. Also very "Not cool" to wake up to your mother's bedroom door closed, knowing full well that she and her fiance are behind that door... icky. If only she had the tolerance to let me bring over a girl sleep with her (and I don't even mean sex). My mother ladies and gentleman.