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Why did no one tell me RuPaul was in Austin Wednesday and Thursday? Why?
Though, honestly I don't know if I would have gone, even if I could have. My last day of class is today, so I had a lot of work to do. And it would have meant driving for an hour and a half, then finding a parking space downtown, and then it's possible I wouldn't get in, since I heard there were so many people there.
I would say I don't really care for live shows, or clubs, but that's not entirely true. I think it's that the idea of the whole ordeal is just physically draining. I can't imagine myself doing it. Which makes me really really sad. These are supposed to be the best years of my life and yet I'm so exhausted most of the time it's a challenge to even drag myself to the grocery store. I can manage about one thing a day without seriously long naps. That thing is usually school. Or a doctor's appointment.
Don't get me wrong, there are days I feel great, and you better believe I take full advantage of those days and do as much as possible because I know it won't last.
I need to force myself to do things. Really, I think that starting to do something is more exhausting than actually doing it.
I don't want to let these diseases stop me from living like they have been.
It's really enough to make me cry; I know I have come damn close so many times because I've been so frustrated with my body and its refusal to work properly. Those times, I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.
Though, honestly I don't know if I would have gone, even if I could have. My last day of class is today, so I had a lot of work to do. And it would have meant driving for an hour and a half, then finding a parking space downtown, and then it's possible I wouldn't get in, since I heard there were so many people there.
I would say I don't really care for live shows, or clubs, but that's not entirely true. I think it's that the idea of the whole ordeal is just physically draining. I can't imagine myself doing it. Which makes me really really sad. These are supposed to be the best years of my life and yet I'm so exhausted most of the time it's a challenge to even drag myself to the grocery store. I can manage about one thing a day without seriously long naps. That thing is usually school. Or a doctor's appointment.
Don't get me wrong, there are days I feel great, and you better believe I take full advantage of those days and do as much as possible because I know it won't last.
I need to force myself to do things. Really, I think that starting to do something is more exhausting than actually doing it.
I don't want to let these diseases stop me from living like they have been.
It's really enough to make me cry; I know I have come damn close so many times because I've been so frustrated with my body and its refusal to work properly. Those times, I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.