it seems as though my life lately has been a comedy of errors. as if my body isn't banged up and bruised enough already, i somehow managed to both stub my toe on a glass door and get it stuck in between the door and its frame simultaneously, as well as smash my already beat-up knee into the door. apparently, gracefulness is not my strong point.
other than trying not to injure myself further, this is what i am planning on doing for the next few hours:
going to the ATM.
buying a pack of cigarettes (filtered lucky strkes, yes please), in order to have an alertness aid (nicotine works wonders) and something to do while i...
...get coffee and/or a croissant and/or a bagel.
taking photographs of whatever interesting objects or scenes i come across.
doing laundry after i figure out exactly how much clean clothing i have left.
getting at least halfway through my epic poetry paper - it's due at 3:30 tomorrow but it's my only class.
i'm sure this list interested no one other than myself, and it wasn't that interesting even to me. will need to work on being interesting.
additionally, i think that i have inadvertently fucked up royally and so will have to find a way to remedy things. breakdowns suck. walking on eggshells sucks even more.
goddamn am i hungry. might as well do as my digestive system wishes...
edit: OH HAY, remember me saying that i wanted to be halfway through my paper earlier today? yeah right! i have a heading and a title. that is it. evidently everyone else around b-dorm 'writing' this paper is in the same boat. i have a feeling that i'm going to be writing it before class tomorrow, but i'm going to at least churn out an introduction so i don't feel completely overwhelmed.
however, i did everything else on the list, laundry notwithstanding. i can deal for another day or two, i still have clothes. i also threw myself into a musical timewarp between 2001 and 2003, which explains why i'm listening to liars while they were still dance-punk and early ADULT. and fischerspooner. FISCHERSPOONER! except for "emerge" they were terrible, but i'll be damned if that single wasn't genius in some sick sense.
introduction. must write introduction.
other than trying not to injure myself further, this is what i am planning on doing for the next few hours:
going to the ATM.
buying a pack of cigarettes (filtered lucky strkes, yes please), in order to have an alertness aid (nicotine works wonders) and something to do while i...
...get coffee and/or a croissant and/or a bagel.
taking photographs of whatever interesting objects or scenes i come across.
doing laundry after i figure out exactly how much clean clothing i have left.
getting at least halfway through my epic poetry paper - it's due at 3:30 tomorrow but it's my only class.
i'm sure this list interested no one other than myself, and it wasn't that interesting even to me. will need to work on being interesting.
additionally, i think that i have inadvertently fucked up royally and so will have to find a way to remedy things. breakdowns suck. walking on eggshells sucks even more.
goddamn am i hungry. might as well do as my digestive system wishes...
edit: OH HAY, remember me saying that i wanted to be halfway through my paper earlier today? yeah right! i have a heading and a title. that is it. evidently everyone else around b-dorm 'writing' this paper is in the same boat. i have a feeling that i'm going to be writing it before class tomorrow, but i'm going to at least churn out an introduction so i don't feel completely overwhelmed.
however, i did everything else on the list, laundry notwithstanding. i can deal for another day or two, i still have clothes. i also threw myself into a musical timewarp between 2001 and 2003, which explains why i'm listening to liars while they were still dance-punk and early ADULT. and fischerspooner. FISCHERSPOONER! except for "emerge" they were terrible, but i'll be damned if that single wasn't genius in some sick sense.
introduction. must write introduction.
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heavyhitterlarry:
hey, i ran into my sliding glass door once and broke my nose, so don't feel about about your experience.
fatality:
Hello there