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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-02-07 10:36 pm
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-02-07 10:36 pm
"The Face of Someone Else Who Once Belonged to Me..."
Rrrgh. Soujin is tired.
Work to-day was hectic but I am very much appreciative of it when I consider that Wednesday and the next two weeks I'll be on my own, because apparently everyone puts so much trust in the same fourteen-year-old who nearly fainted last week in the middle of her activity and caused something of a frantic. -_- I do not like having to deal with everything by myself. Hmph.
We dissected a crayfish to-day. That went far more excellently than work, and I was rather proud of the way we got the intestines and stomach out. The jaw was exciting, too, and very interesting.
I am tired.
Did not get much to eat to-night, and to-morrow is not the least bit promising. Bloody Shrove Tuesday. >_> I still have not made a resolution regarding the Lenten fast; of course my old resolution is hardly any good any longer because it doesn't matter. I wonder if I should give up toast. Toast is an indulgence. At any rate, I look forward to having one pancake for supper to-morrow and that being the entirety of it, which is not encouraging. And I shall come home late to my treadmilling, too. Blast.
Mum made a peach pie to-night. I would not have cared, except that Waen humiliated me. I retreated accordingly.
Embers has frustratingly horrid punctuation. I can hardly bear to read it.
Perhaps I shall be able to sleep a little to-morrow. Perhaps. And I shall have to write out a couple of lists to sort out how I'm going to make the day work out, food and project and quite all wise.
Now perhaps I shall sleep. Ugh, tired. Tired.
Work to-day was hectic but I am very much appreciative of it when I consider that Wednesday and the next two weeks I'll be on my own, because apparently everyone puts so much trust in the same fourteen-year-old who nearly fainted last week in the middle of her activity and caused something of a frantic. -_- I do not like having to deal with everything by myself. Hmph.
We dissected a crayfish to-day. That went far more excellently than work, and I was rather proud of the way we got the intestines and stomach out. The jaw was exciting, too, and very interesting.
I am tired.
Did not get much to eat to-night, and to-morrow is not the least bit promising. Bloody Shrove Tuesday. >_> I still have not made a resolution regarding the Lenten fast; of course my old resolution is hardly any good any longer because it doesn't matter. I wonder if I should give up toast. Toast is an indulgence. At any rate, I look forward to having one pancake for supper to-morrow and that being the entirety of it, which is not encouraging. And I shall come home late to my treadmilling, too. Blast.
Mum made a peach pie to-night. I would not have cared, except that Waen humiliated me. I retreated accordingly.
Embers has frustratingly horrid punctuation. I can hardly bear to read it.
Perhaps I shall be able to sleep a little to-morrow. Perhaps. And I shall have to write out a couple of lists to sort out how I'm going to make the day work out, food and project and quite all wise.
Now perhaps I shall sleep. Ugh, tired. Tired.