...ugh
I hate this weekend, and others like this weekend. This is one of those weekends where I'm scheduled to work building aide during the hours that nobody is in the music school, so it's just me sitting there by myself, all weekend for about 15 hours or so, and I get most of my work done within the first hour or two that I'm there. Then I sit there and try to keep myself occupied by going online and stuff. But then I have to go back to my apartment, where I live alone, and sit there and keep myself occupied. This weekend was particularly bad because everybody else at Duquesne has gone home for the weekend, so I couldn't go bother other people. So there were several occasions today when I just kind of stared off into space and was just thinking about lots of different things...mainly things that made me really depressed, and it's now 12:30 at night and I've been up today since 7 AM, thinking about depressing things on and off. I should try to think of happy things, but I do, and then somehow they turn into really depressing things too. (Oh and did I mention my throat is absolutely killing me?)
And tomorrow will be the same way, until I get back to school on Monday, and teach right up until the day before Thanksgiving, and then go to work as building aide at the music school on Wednesday night (and I guarantee nobody will be there).
ugh.
And tomorrow will be the same way, until I get back to school on Monday, and teach right up until the day before Thanksgiving, and then go to work as building aide at the music school on Wednesday night (and I guarantee nobody will be there).
ugh.