god i'm tired. i'm so fucking tired all the time and i don't know why. and i'm not keeping my life on track. i'm not recording factor viii things like i should and soon they'll stop giving me full orders so that they can threaten me into record keeping, and it doesn't really feel like working is getting easier, although i'm doing an easier job now ( Read more... )

karina's almost home from the hospital. i had to come home early because i had a bleed in my hand and then i couldn't reach her and i started fretting and i finally decided to go to sleep when i was awoken by her mom. something about them giving her a spinal tap to check for sure and that she needs tylenol every 4 hours or something ( Read more... )

karina is Very very sick. sick to the point of crazy sickness. no cutie should be that overheated. my day has consisted of taking care of her and going with her for bloodwork and doctoring, and watching episode II with her (her delusional choice, not mine, i swear!) and other things. poor cutie!

Poor cutie!

wish karina well. she needs it. a lot.

what a week ( Read more... )

someone remind me to write important things tonight.

so alright

I played guitar today. this was also the first day i've not played wow (for more than 25 seconds to check my mail) in a long time. weird.

i never have anything to say anymore. or maybe i just don't alot myself enough time to try to get into it. or maybe i don't say anything that matters where people can read it. anymore. face. robot.

time to go to work and be popular with money and charity!

god i'm tired...

this is all shit. everything about me is shit. i am tired of this. i am tired of being shit.

It's kind of just like, what's the point?