| if i kiss you where it's sore, will you feel better? will you feel anything at all? |
[17 Jul 2007|11:38pm] |
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i'm about ready for the scariest effing time of my life to be over, please. i'm gonna have to play the grandma card again pretty soon here, and that sucks. i hate that i've been putting in so much effort for, what, three or four months now and have nothing to show for it. and it gets so tedious - not to mention frustrating - spending so much time every day making this effort and trying not to get all pessimistic about it.
to top it off, i've spent the last few days sleeping much too late into the afternoon. it seems i'm lacking a co-conspirator at the moment (co-conspirator or online scrabble partner, either way) and, i don't know, am more easily bored? i don't know how that relates to spending too much time in bed. i do know how that could be turned into an inappropriate comment.
but i guess i don't have too much to complain about. yes, i am jobless and broke. that won't last forever. in the meantime, i still have fantastic friends i can laugh uproariously at with at green mill, and lovely housemates to see movies with on a whim. and as long as i'm able to go to bed at night and think about the many good things in life as opposed to the two or three shitty things, i can sleep.
could be better, could be worse.
tomorrow i should call my mom (i keep saying that, i need to actually do it), and maybe ride my bike. or do more reading. or both. i do have a lot of free time, after all.
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