What the fuck is the point? I woke up sick this morning. I feel like I've been run over by a cement truck, then beaten with a 2x4. I have a sore throat and a fever. Whine, whine, whine...
I don't know that I'll make it through this term. I'm so close to being done my degree, and yet I can't bring myself to care.
Oh, and you've just witnessed a momentous event (all of the two people that are reading this). Though I've been on the internet virtually every day for the last 9 years, I've never had a journal or blog. I must have reached my breaking point.
I don't know that I'll make it through this term. I'm so close to being done my degree, and yet I can't bring myself to care.
Oh, and you've just witnessed a momentous event (all of the two people that are reading this). Though I've been on the internet virtually every day for the last 9 years, I've never had a journal or blog. I must have reached my breaking point.
lulumae:
someone is listening... (or reading). How can everything be so fucking dark when the sun is shining like it is?
