pretty sure I passed 3 out of 4 classes. still sick. things are crazy crazy crazy oh my goodness deep breath slowly exhale....okay.
I need time to refocus and blink and adjust my eyes to the light...of life? Metaphorgasm! Hahahaha. Ohhhhhhh so not sane or rational right now.
Didn't eat today. Might want to do that tomorrow. For sure. Gonna have a big bowl of frosted shreded wheat and a big glass of orange juice for breakfast. Rockin.
I love my job I just wish there wasn't all this PRESSURE.....maybe it is all in my head and another one of those things that I imagine and maybe my boss doesn't expect perfection just yet. maybe I'm making it worse than it really is. I'm good at that.
won't be spending Thanksgiving alone, I don't think. I've been invited to a friend's place, but I'm not sure I could handle stuffing myself silly and watching football and james bond allllllll day without my dear, awesome family. or maybe I can. we'll see.
there wasn't a totally fucking crazy smile-face thing so I chose that one.

and I can't sleep. this is why I should always take my concerta at 7am. I keep thinking I'll fall asleep but really I'll just daydream about being skinny or the trip to Seattle or scratching the word cunt into that bitch's forehead with a rusty old scalpel blade...I didn't just write that. promise. not a nice thought at all. shadddddddddddup brainnnnn.
I need time to refocus and blink and adjust my eyes to the light...of life? Metaphorgasm! Hahahaha. Ohhhhhhh so not sane or rational right now.
Didn't eat today. Might want to do that tomorrow. For sure. Gonna have a big bowl of frosted shreded wheat and a big glass of orange juice for breakfast. Rockin.
I love my job I just wish there wasn't all this PRESSURE.....maybe it is all in my head and another one of those things that I imagine and maybe my boss doesn't expect perfection just yet. maybe I'm making it worse than it really is. I'm good at that.
won't be spending Thanksgiving alone, I don't think. I've been invited to a friend's place, but I'm not sure I could handle stuffing myself silly and watching football and james bond allllllll day without my dear, awesome family. or maybe I can. we'll see.

there wasn't a totally fucking crazy smile-face thing so I chose that one.

and I can't sleep. this is why I should always take my concerta at 7am. I keep thinking I'll fall asleep but really I'll just daydream about being skinny or the trip to Seattle or scratching the word cunt into that bitch's forehead with a rusty old scalpel blade...I didn't just write that. promise. not a nice thought at all. shadddddddddddup brainnnnn.