when the alarm went off this morning, i lay in bed wondering why it was acting that way on a saturday. that’s when it hit me. that was the beginning of the Friday From Hell. the details are unimportant, it’s the feeling that is certainly in my heart, but not in hers.
sorry, i digressed.
i’m overtired, broke, waiting for a phone call i can’t get because the 7-11 guy sold me the wrong kind of cell phone voucher and i didn’t notice until i got here, have coffee breath, feel really fat and unattractive, overwhelmed with things that need to be accomplished in a relatively short period of time, feeling guilty that i’ve let people down and put off things i should have gotten to weeks ago, and all i really want to do is go home, curl up under the über-blankie and watch indiana jones and avoid everyone and everything for four days straight.
too bad that’s as likely as winning the lottery.
so, tonight i’m going home and doing a whirlwind cleaning of my apartment so at least that part of my life is back under control. i also need to do my laundry and try to get my homework done just in case the aforementioned possible plans actually happen. i think once i get my domestic and scholastic situations under some semblance of organization i should be able to tackle the social stuff i need to deal with. i hope.
quote of the day: “i love rupert. i want to shave him and give him a hug.”