"To Make the World a Little Golder..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Oh, and here's the medical bulletin for to-day:

The abscess under my arm has come back for the third time, so I have to see a doctor about it.

Sleep = not going very well; Sunday night five hours, Monday six, last night six (from five o'clock to eleven). My insomnia is murderous. I wish I could take a sleeping med or aught.

Feet = better. I have a pair of shoes I'm required to wear for treadmilling, and, reluctantly, I am. ...Don't say anything, Lillie.

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After a great deal of hysterics yesterday, it was decided I will have to cut down so I am only working three hours a day, instead of five, because I am failing at school. I need to be on Algebra Two, and I'm still doing Algebra One; and I'm definitely failing astronomy. Also we are not even halfway through the school year yet.

The other reason for my not working so much is because at this point I am working alone. Linda leaves me alone, and I'm running three activities by myself, and I really can't do it anymore. I've joked before that I'm just like someone who gets paid, except I don't get paid, but actually that's true, and I can't do it. Is breaking me. So Mum said she would telephone Linda, because I am terrified of confrontation, and tell her so.

I should probably eat breakfast now, but I really, really, really feel too self-squicked to do so. Maybe I will go treadmill more.

Comments

[bewareofitalics]

*doesn't say anything!* *doesn't say anything about eating, either, but looks* *and also hugs*

[mhari.livejournal.com]

*snugs* I just called you, but I didn't get you; expect you are busy.

I am, however, going to try and call you weekly from now on, unless you mind terribly.

[nowgoesquickly.livejournal.com]

*hugs you and wishes to make you feel better*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

*pounceclings* I love you.

Why can't you take a sleeping pill?

[sansenmage.livejournal.com]

*Huggles*