ramblings
I've found that not only do 3 temazepam not kick in for 7 hours, but it gets me down.
I've missed a chunk of uni. And after looking after mum, I found out that I either have a very severe case of gastritis or a stomach ulcer. So I have to get special consideration for uni, a camera down my throat and I feel like I am playing catch up for the rest of my life.
I lost my mojo today. I couldn't concentrate on my readings and I wondered what the hell am I doing and is it actually going to work. Deep down I think it will, I will make it work.
But everyone has doubts.
I'm tired, I'm sick, and I feel like I'm alone. My best friend who just happens to be my ex is on the other side of the world and people don't return my calls anymore. And I'm not saying that this is anyone's fault other than my own. I'm isolationist and when I'm into something I'm into it to such a degree that I forget about the world around me. And sure I pack in a heap of information and I can tell you the former Liberal leader Dr Nelson shot himself in the foot and now there is Malcolm Turnbull and he is one master of spin and was Kerry Packers lawyer at the age of 28 and I think he'll make a fantastic opposition attack dog but he is best at playing offence, not defence, and that's just accumulated facts over the years of interest and I have no theory to back up on that but I think that is the way its going to roll. But it doesn't make great party talk.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I'm hungry, I eat, I throw up. I'm sliding into a size 6 with room to move. I just started to get up to a level of fitness which I could start to do mild excercise, and now I'm back to square one.
When I can get a full week of uni, maybe then it will mean something again.
I've missed a chunk of uni. And after looking after mum, I found out that I either have a very severe case of gastritis or a stomach ulcer. So I have to get special consideration for uni, a camera down my throat and I feel like I am playing catch up for the rest of my life.
I lost my mojo today. I couldn't concentrate on my readings and I wondered what the hell am I doing and is it actually going to work. Deep down I think it will, I will make it work.
But everyone has doubts.
I'm tired, I'm sick, and I feel like I'm alone. My best friend who just happens to be my ex is on the other side of the world and people don't return my calls anymore. And I'm not saying that this is anyone's fault other than my own. I'm isolationist and when I'm into something I'm into it to such a degree that I forget about the world around me. And sure I pack in a heap of information and I can tell you the former Liberal leader Dr Nelson shot himself in the foot and now there is Malcolm Turnbull and he is one master of spin and was Kerry Packers lawyer at the age of 28 and I think he'll make a fantastic opposition attack dog but he is best at playing offence, not defence, and that's just accumulated facts over the years of interest and I have no theory to back up on that but I think that is the way its going to roll. But it doesn't make great party talk.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I'm hungry, I eat, I throw up. I'm sliding into a size 6 with room to move. I just started to get up to a level of fitness which I could start to do mild excercise, and now I'm back to square one.
When I can get a full week of uni, maybe then it will mean something again.