STRESS
My face is fucked and my lymph nodes are about the size of winning marbles. Cool.
“Oh gosh. What happened?” she asked, pointing to my face-
“…I fell”
*hides*
Wiggin’
Okay, even though everything is going super well, I still don’t know how I’m going to get everything done. I’m so busy that I’m almost to the point of wiggin’ out, man.
Oh, thank thanks for this weather. I’ve been doing such cool things. I’m having a blast and being productive. I’m almost ready to move! Cheers!
It’s been an odd one.
Lately, I just need someone to be there for me. Everything is moving so fast. It’s exciting, its exhilarating, but sometimes I feel as if I’m falling down an endless slide just picking up speed, gathering all of the static electricity and taking it with me. It’s too much. My time is so precious nowadays.
Everyone here is so freaked out by being close to someone because we all know we’re leaving soon. It doesn’t have to be like that.
Nvm.
Turned out to be a pretty good day so far… I’m gonna go lay out in the sun for a while and nap.
WELL FUCK
This is such bullshit. SO I got home at 5 this morning after powering through a tremendous bar rush last night and thought I had to be back in here at 9 this morning… TOTAL LACK OF COMMUNICATION FROM MY BOSS. Apparently, I’m supposed to be in here from 5 to 2:30 tonight. GOOD THING I TOOK ADDERALL THIS MORNING FOR NOTHING. god dammit. And now I’m going to crash so hard all throughout my shift when corporate is supposed to be auditing me all week before they move me up to KC. Total shit-fest.
