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Strange day. No other way to describe it. It was just confusing and I don't really know where to begin. From the fact that work was just excessivly boring to the psychoanalysis guy on the phone that called and talked for an hour or so for a study (Thanks UVM), it was just curious. I should be writing about the Great Fire of London in 1666, but I just don't want to. It's not that I don't know what to write about, because it is all written in some variant in my head, it's just that I don't really feel compelled to do any of it right now. Which is a shame, a dreadful shame, as it's due in about 10 hours. I keep finding ways to waste time, and I know that I shouldn't but I really can't help it. I've got a lot to do in the next couple of weeks and I know that I'll be able to do it, it's what I've been doing for the past three and a half years, but I just can't feel anything compelling me to act. I guess that graduation and the promise of a real life should be reward enough.
Emily's sneezing over and over again. No idea why. The psychoanalysis guy wanted me to hypnotize her. Seriously. Then we took IQ tests, Emily and I. It was strange.
I read my horoscope the other day. It told me that I would only start to understand when I learned to let go. Skeptic in me rolls her eyes at this. Let go of what? I really wish that there were horoscopes that were a bit more specific. Like: "There's going to be this guy at the corner of Pearl and Church. He's going to hand you a pamphlet, which you in turn won't read. It'll end up crumpled at the bottom of your bag." I don't know.
At this point I'm really doing little other than procrastinating. My life has reached a sick/sad place. One where I realize that I've taped 98 out of 101 episodes of CSI and have them catalogued in a pile in the living room. There. I had to say it. This is what my life has become. That and procrastination. Which I'm doing now. Which I will stop doing. Now. So much for my Benjamin Franklin 13 Step program. First week was an utter failure. Maybe it'll be my New Years resolution, as if I've ever kept one of those.
Emily's sneezing over and over again. No idea why. The psychoanalysis guy wanted me to hypnotize her. Seriously. Then we took IQ tests, Emily and I. It was strange.
I read my horoscope the other day. It told me that I would only start to understand when I learned to let go. Skeptic in me rolls her eyes at this. Let go of what? I really wish that there were horoscopes that were a bit more specific. Like: "There's going to be this guy at the corner of Pearl and Church. He's going to hand you a pamphlet, which you in turn won't read. It'll end up crumpled at the bottom of your bag." I don't know.
At this point I'm really doing little other than procrastinating. My life has reached a sick/sad place. One where I realize that I've taped 98 out of 101 episodes of CSI and have them catalogued in a pile in the living room. There. I had to say it. This is what my life has become. That and procrastination. Which I'm doing now. Which I will stop doing. Now. So much for my Benjamin Franklin 13 Step program. First week was an utter failure. Maybe it'll be my New Years resolution, as if I've ever kept one of those.