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When it comes to being lucky she's cursed (madisonshea20) wrote,
@ 2003-12-01 18:12:00
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    Current mood: sick
    Current music:Swing Swing

    Give me back my fantasies
    Words don't even begin to express how much I don't want to work the TR tonight. Even though it means seeing my favorite eye candy. Bright lights make my head hurt worse. The gym has bright lights. The office has bright lights. I will be sitting in the damn hallway. But I've got papers to type so I need to be in the office staring at the bright screen. I've dimmed mine and shut off some lights here.

    Its a good thing I can tape ankles in my sleep because that's pretty much what I'll be doing. I'm just so out of it. And this is purely a head thing. I sound alright although I think I'm not hearing well so I'm probably screaming. And physically I'm alright. My head just weighs 12 extra pounds although I have no appettite and little stomach for what I do eat. But if anyone comes in with some damn injury to be fixed, I'll scream.

    I need to finish my movement analysis. This sucks. I hate school.

    16 more classes. Plus 3 finals. 11 days. Not that I particularly want to go home. I just don't want to deal with school. I could sit around my apartment all day and be perfectly content in doing so.

    Time to get some shit together and head over to work. I think the tea and cold meds might be kicking in. The pressure is decreasing a little.

    Oh....Brilliant move of the day: Decided at work this afternoon tea would make me feel better so I make the tea and as I go to put it on my desk, I don't know what happens but basically I misjudge the height of the desk and let go of the cup too soon and its spills all over. Luckily, it didn't ruin anything but the office smelled like lemon tea for 2 hours.......And I had no tea since I didn't trust myself to make more...

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