Warning: Bitch ahead
Aaargh.
I feel like hell. I don't even have the dignity of being sick, I just feel like hell. I haven't been sleeping well for about three or four days (as in I'll fall asleep, but I'll have disturbing dreams and keep waking ups, and the little actual sleep I DO Get isn't deep enough to be rejuvenating in any way, shape or form; also, because I have no AC at the dorm, I wake to sheets damp with my own sweet and a nasty, musty room. Yum.) and it's starting to wear on me, badly. I'm poor, becasue waitresses do not make enough money and I have the money saving skills of a five year old. I spent all day at work alternating between being melancholy enough to want to hide in the bathroom and have a sobfest and being angry enough to want to punch one or two of my bitchier coworkers in the face. Fun.
As I type this, I am sitting in near-darkness in my... it's a dorm room but a better word for it would be a den. Because it's hot, musty, humid and DARK in here and there's piss for air circulation even with both fans on high.
I want to go to Leia's house and watch a movie with her on her couch and go skinny dipping in the middle of the night. I want my various muses to shut up for a bit because really, I don't care at the moment, and I want to go see Jo one more time before she leaves Athens for good. I wanna see Nicole, because I fucking miss that girl. And I think I'm gonna go stab something now. Blech.
I feel like hell. I don't even have the dignity of being sick, I just feel like hell. I haven't been sleeping well for about three or four days (as in I'll fall asleep, but I'll have disturbing dreams and keep waking ups, and the little actual sleep I DO Get isn't deep enough to be rejuvenating in any way, shape or form; also, because I have no AC at the dorm, I wake to sheets damp with my own sweet and a nasty, musty room. Yum.) and it's starting to wear on me, badly. I'm poor, becasue waitresses do not make enough money and I have the money saving skills of a five year old. I spent all day at work alternating between being melancholy enough to want to hide in the bathroom and have a sobfest and being angry enough to want to punch one or two of my bitchier coworkers in the face. Fun.
As I type this, I am sitting in near-darkness in my... it's a dorm room but a better word for it would be a den. Because it's hot, musty, humid and DARK in here and there's piss for air circulation even with both fans on high.
I want to go to Leia's house and watch a movie with her on her couch and go skinny dipping in the middle of the night. I want my various muses to shut up for a bit because really, I don't care at the moment, and I want to go see Jo one more time before she leaves Athens for good. I wanna see Nicole, because I fucking miss that girl. And I think I'm gonna go stab something now. Blech.