Sep 05, 2007 01:11
I have to wake up in five hours. Trouble is I haven't yet gone to sleep.
I just don't know anymore about...anything. I won't bother complaining or going into the boring details of my life. Just know that it's nothing special.
I work so much these days...I have, combined, five days off this month. Plus school monday-friday. I hate it, I hate it so much.
I had a terrible day at work. All I want to do is write something, or make a picture, or design something.
But I cannot. Because I haven't the energy or the time.
I have $335 in my bank account - the lowest it's been in a long time. I have one more $250-$280 paycheck (woohoo, now you know how all those hours at work are paying off *sarcasm*) before Nick's birthday. Then it's all going bye-bye on dinner and his present, not to mention car insurance, gas and the food my mother hasn't bothered to buy.
Honestly? It was my choice to stay at home rather than trying to get an apartment because I figured I wouldn't have to buy my own food, at least, for another year or so. Yeah, right.
Oh, look at that. I did end up complaining.