"I Don't Mind Spending Every Day..."
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psalm_onethirtyone*cries* No, life. I am too tired. Please, please, please go away.
... *cries more; just to make sure life gets the picture, apparently*
Oh, well. A few scattered things. Firstly, let it never be said that I have no sense of humour. Jack of Diamonds and My Girl on the Santa Fe Trail. Jack of Diamonds is the best song ever. I used to sing it all the time.
I got sick at bowling to-day; a combination, I think, of being utterly dehydrated and not having taken any medications for three days (auuugh). On the other hand, everyone on my team won a trophy. I didn't, but--oh, it was wonderful. I felt like I was full of light and light-headed happy. It's so good when people do well and are pleased by it, and I'm glad to see it. <3 Chelsey got first place. So proud. ^__^
Seeing Gail was okay. She basically said 'start taking your meds again and drink more water!', both of which I want to do anyway. To-morrow I am being kidnapped from my nice safe library and taken out shopping for trousers instead. I painted in my only pair, so now they have big white spots and are no longer wearable for the most part. So. I hate shopping for clothes with a violent passion, as it tends to be self-esteem killing.
I am working at not being totally pathetic, but having only moderate success. >_> I still suck at the being a good friend, a decent writer, a motivated worker, or even a normal conversant. I don't know how to convey this without sounding ridiculous. Also, I feel sick and want to cry some more.
Go away, life. ;________;
... *cries more; just to make sure life gets the picture, apparently*
Oh, well. A few scattered things. Firstly, let it never be said that I have no sense of humour. Jack of Diamonds and My Girl on the Santa Fe Trail. Jack of Diamonds is the best song ever. I used to sing it all the time.
I got sick at bowling to-day; a combination, I think, of being utterly dehydrated and not having taken any medications for three days (auuugh). On the other hand, everyone on my team won a trophy. I didn't, but--oh, it was wonderful. I felt like I was full of light and light-headed happy. It's so good when people do well and are pleased by it, and I'm glad to see it. <3 Chelsey got first place. So proud. ^__^
Seeing Gail was okay. She basically said 'start taking your meds again and drink more water!', both of which I want to do anyway. To-morrow I am being kidnapped from my nice safe library and taken out shopping for trousers instead. I painted in my only pair, so now they have big white spots and are no longer wearable for the most part. So. I hate shopping for clothes with a violent passion, as it tends to be self-esteem killing.
I am working at not being totally pathetic, but having only moderate success. >_> I still suck at the being a good friend, a decent writer, a motivated worker, or even a normal conversant. I don't know how to convey this without sounding ridiculous. Also, I feel sick and want to cry some more.
Go away, life. ;________;
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