It's only 1.34pm, but let me count the ways in which today sucks: A. Fucking. Lot.

Man, I'm glad I don't have to work today. That wouldn't be pretty for anyone.

One of cousins, the one I have the least in common with, is pregnant with her first child.
And my grandma, apparently, has cancer of the colon, or at least in a preliminary stage.

One of those sucks, hard.

Note to self: When you feel like you really, really have to vomit, just go for it, don't hope it will somehow wear off if you just lie down. It just prolongs the misery.

Yeah, last night sucked. Hard.

I feel like I'm all over the place.. I can't concentrate on anything (important), which is a major inconvenience when you actually have stuff to do. Off the academic, related to your bachelor's degree-kind.

Not cool. Totally not cool.

Today was one of those days where I couldn't stand the sight of the person in the mirror.

On a more positive, although random note: I share a birthday with Jesse Eisenberg. Huh.

I really, really need to stop impulsively buying stuff. This is ridiculous. I'm not Mark Zuckerberg, for crying out loud. I can't afford this shit.

I'm veering dangerously towards "nervous mess" right now. As it turns out, thinking about your bachelor's thesis or anything closely related to it does not make for a quiet evening. Someone should have told me.

Feeling lonely and like a failure is always a good way to start the week.

How today was spent:

Sleeping in, watching the new Supernatural and about three episodes of Boardwalk Empire, going to the movies to see Due Date. Not a bad day, I'd say.

I just spent the last two and a half hours cleaning out my basement. It's amazing how much space I suddenly have.