This week is full of terrible things that need to be done. Papers that need to be written. Exams that need to be taken. Videos that need to be watched and responded to and discussed.
I'm running through this semester with only half a brain. And possibly only half of that in working order. I've attended my statistics class exactly twice. Partially because I hate it, but mostly because I just forget it exists. (Ah, denial. My old friend. Glad to see you're still hanging around.) I'm listless at work and restless at home, compulsively checking the Daily Mail rather than doing my readings and grinding my teeth way too much.
Come home now, that way we can procrastinate together. Okay? :)
(Song of the Day for Monday, by Very Truly Yours)
My poor dear. I'm listening to Pandora in the backyard using NetGear next door to read through these backed up posts. I think I just asked you what you were doing for summer break, but I meant spring.
ReplyDeleteI can't concentrate on anything either. My dad bitches incessantly; he paces and insults Jay--just now Heidi mentioned Jay should shave before his first day of work,, and my dad said venomously, "you call that a beard?" and shoulder-checked him.
Ice decided that that's my biggest problem right now--I thrive only when I can just make a joke put of troubles. There's nothing funny, however, about this vicious and horrible cycle my people live in...a strange and awful dance where the only object is to come out of everyday less fucked up than the people you're around. I hate work...I know you don't check my blog do much bc I don't regularly post, so maybe I'll post the story here, but I almost got a new job and quit, only to chicken out in bc jay just got a job there.
I am petty. I am unimportant. I am white trash. It's gross.
I love you--send me a paper, I'll help write it. :) Love you guys!