Exhaustion
Got lots done today, but it was a long day and I'm exhausted. Tomorrow's going to be even longer. Tomorrow I have to be uptown by 10am to try to get a garage parking pass (I fucking hate trying to deal with parking issues in Athens), then physical therapy for an hour at 10:30, then library to try to get shit done, tanning at 12:20, meeting my English group to get ready for our hour to two hour long presentation at 1, then Soc class from 3-5, and then I have to pack up and go home so I can work Thursday and Friday, see my roommate's best friend Jeremy that just got in from Iraq, write a 7 page paper, study for my Soc final which is an essay that I can prepare but is completely closed book during the actual exam, revise my research essay and revise a library assignment. And try not to fall apart.
I want to just go over there and pass out and not bother taking my contacts out, washing my face, and on and on and on. I know I shouldn't, especially since I've been so good about it, but ughhhh I might skip it anyway. If I wake up with my contacts ruined and a nasty breakout, I'll know that I was wrong and I will consider believing that there is a god just so I can believe that he's taking something out on me, because someone's gotta be.
Yeah. Pass out time. I can't even figure out what I'm talking about anymore, and my head is starting to pound.
OOhh but I do like my haircut. And I hate ordering off of victoriassecret.com, which I will explain later.
I want to just go over there and pass out and not bother taking my contacts out, washing my face, and on and on and on. I know I shouldn't, especially since I've been so good about it, but ughhhh I might skip it anyway. If I wake up with my contacts ruined and a nasty breakout, I'll know that I was wrong and I will consider believing that there is a god just so I can believe that he's taking something out on me, because someone's gotta be.
Yeah. Pass out time. I can't even figure out what I'm talking about anymore, and my head is starting to pound.
OOhh but I do like my haircut. And I hate ordering off of victoriassecret.com, which I will explain later.