I just posted a long entry and it got screwed up so badly that I had to delete it. I couldn't fix it.

Grrrrrr.

I have so much to do this week, and I'm starting to freak. I don't know why I couldn't get anything accomplished this weekend like a normal damn person. No, I had to screw around and procrastinate like I always do.

Dammit, dammit,

Want. To. Throw. Self. Off. Cliff. I am so overwhelmed. I hate bitching about it, but I am. Classes are nuts. I am nuts. I have a 23-item to-do list for this week. Scared. I can't finish all this crap. Shit. Shit ( Read more... )

I don't know where to go with my story.

Shit, shit, and more shit!

I am so sick of writer's block. I skipped class to get this story done, and now I can't think of where I should go with it.

All I want is to get through this damn class without wanting to kill myself.

IS THAT TOO FUCKING MUCH TO ASK?!?!?!?!

Why did I dream of you last night ( Read more... )

Interesting week.

To say the least.

It was capped off nicely by Sarah's party on Friday night, where we celebrated her assistantship at Ole Miss. We had some great food, great wine, a lot of laughs, and some spicy talk (somewhat to Erin's chagrin). I've promised to dial it down when we live together next year, but I can't promise anything if booze is ( Read more... )

I'm really quite tired. I've had a busy day ( Read more... )

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Sometimes I sit here in front of my computer and wonder what I should write ( Read more... )

I can't write.

I can't write.

I can't write.

Story due tomorrow.

And I can't write.

Meep.

I gave my presentation in CoSoWo Writers this afternoon. It was overly long, but everyone seemed to like it, so I'm not too worried about it.

And Dr. Mims, who is taking the class with us, gave me the best Valentine's Day present after class -- a "rose." I don't think I'm supposed to really broadcast what that "rose" entails. Suffice it to say, she ( Read more... )