No motivation.

NONE. 

 Jon has his first graded law school midterm tomorrow.

So why am I the one freaking out?!

I'm worried the professor won't be able to read his handwriting. I'm worried he'll go too slowly and not finish. I'm worried he'll go too quickly and leave stuff out.

Naaargh!!!

For the first five people who reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made just for you, or something cool from my collection, it might be a mix CD or a book I think you will enjoy, a graphic or something else that I think you might like. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in ( Read more... )

Bad day.

Skipped both classes.

Urinary tract infection.

Didn't get the Art Museum job.

Considering taking the quarter off.

Addicted to Halo 3.

...more later.

The icing on the hellcake which has been my life for the past 5 days or so has been smothered with an extra layer of fucked-up frosting.

This afternoon I received an emergency room bill in the amount of $1,117.

So that's pretty much where all our wedding money is going to go. Not to a deposit on an apartment, but to St. Joseph's Greedy Ass Hospital ( Read more... )

I  have discovered the most difficult task in the world:

writing your own wedding vows.

Yeah, all that stuff in the previous entry about me being able to handle the stress?

...apparently that was a lie.

Well, I'm starting to feel better. Sometimes I still get irrational thoughts that I'm going to contract fatal diseases and disorders, but other than that, I'm starting to get used to the stress ( Read more... )

I actually thought I was getting better. How foolish of me ( Read more... )

RULES ( Read more... )