Day 1.2: I hate it when you're super excited for something and everything goes wrong
I drew this picture something like fourteen hours ago, but I didn't feel like posting it earlier.
Today has been characterized by the random line that flitted through my mind around noon: "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
Thank you, Dante. I am, indeed, in hell.
That makes me sound like a whiny teenager on facebook who will yell at anyone who asks what's wrong, huh? I'm not. I'm just tired and stressed and in pain. The places I can feel anyway. My back is screwed up, and I managed to piss off gravity again and planted my ass on my wooden staircase this morning (while wearing my heavy book bag) which obviously did not so much help that situation. Kind of the exact opposite, actually. And I'm an idiot and decided to attempt 17 credits (of all upper division science classes) this semester so I was already struggling to keep up with things.
I've been writing this post for nearly an hour now. I keep writing long, wordy paragraphs regaling the not even one person that actually reads this journal with the tales of my misfortune and woes. But I keep deleting them because no one cares what I have to say. Maybe it's just cathartic to transcribe my jumbled thoughts into text. I should just open my journal program then, huh?
I'm doing it again. Stopping.
So, anyway, here's the pic I drew this morning before I was aware of all the excitement and needles and radiation today would hold. I didn't look too thrilled to begin with, did I?
Tuesday October 2, 2012 at 8:16 AM. Yet another self-doodle. Markers again. It's kind of a weird mesh of different styles and levels of complexity and attention to detail. Definitely not my usual style, for either doodles or serious pics. But I'm still strangely in love with it and I can't really explain why.
Right now I really need to either go work on something in this giant stack of assignments or just call it quits and go to sleep. This certainly isn't doing me any good in any way.
My eyes are starting to droop. Maybe sleep is finally going to win.