exams are coming. cannot cope.
i have a weeks worth of work to do, and less than two days to do it in. i have insomnia, i don't have enough sleeping pills to deal with it, and i really should start studying for my greek competency exam (which is monday--even though we're not supposed to *have* exams on monday, as it's the only classless day we get before exams) since if i don't pass it i have to take remedial greek next semester(not so bad, except i feel like i'm failing my teacher. he's amazing. i am not ;_; ), and... no wait, i think that's it.
i'm such a dork. so much of this is my own fault. so here i am, talking to God for the first time in a long time (it's very easy here to talk about God every day, and talk to God once a month--if that) saying, "here i am, Lord. i've not been listening; i've been careless, and useless, and the only reason i'm talking to You know is that i need help that only You can give me. i feel small, and wretched, and i really wish i could've slept more in the past 3 days. please...help me."
do i want to "talk" about it? not particularly. i'd rather write about such things. it's more cathartic. talking about it, well, sometimes it just makes me feel worse. i don't like to talk about such things unless (a) i'm too miserable to care about anything or (b) they're already okay, whatever form "okay" takes in a given situation.
i know i stress too much. >_< but i can't seem to change. gah. time to get some work done.
Deus misereatur
(God have mercy)
from a very sleep-deprived
-g
on the upshot, my room is a little cleaner. because i lost something, and still can't find it. ;_; i wish the snow would come back...
i'm such a dork. so much of this is my own fault. so here i am, talking to God for the first time in a long time (it's very easy here to talk about God every day, and talk to God once a month--if that) saying, "here i am, Lord. i've not been listening; i've been careless, and useless, and the only reason i'm talking to You know is that i need help that only You can give me. i feel small, and wretched, and i really wish i could've slept more in the past 3 days. please...help me."
do i want to "talk" about it? not particularly. i'd rather write about such things. it's more cathartic. talking about it, well, sometimes it just makes me feel worse. i don't like to talk about such things unless (a) i'm too miserable to care about anything or (b) they're already okay, whatever form "okay" takes in a given situation.
i know i stress too much. >_< but i can't seem to change. gah. time to get some work done.
Deus misereatur
(God have mercy)
from a very sleep-deprived
-g
on the upshot, my room is a little cleaner. because i lost something, and still can't find it. ;_; i wish the snow would come back...