This was actually a lovely afternoon ( Read more... )

Why didn't I listen to Soul Coughing before right now? Mike Doughty would've made me feel lots better ( Read more... )

I realized sometime between 2 and 4 last night that I just didn't have the knowledge base for this paper. I could've written some bullshit without footnotes and without analysis that was really just an extended chronology for myself, but that would've been a less-than-C paper. And I couldn't bring myself to do that. I decided to withdraw, this ( Read more... )

I have 11 hours to learn, start (hardest part), and finish whatever this history paper is all about. I missed procrastinating and the inability to stop it and just get down to business. It's good to know I haven't changed that much ( Read more... )

Last night and this morning were just Bad Mood Caity all over again, except worse because it was based on unreasonable (thus broken) expectations and was the first time she showed her face yet this quarter. It was a productive sort of slow-moving depression, and I quickly zeroed in on the cause (over-reliance) and figured out a solution (return to ( Read more... )

Lots of strangely unsettling good things are afoot. Today was as obscenely productive as it had to be, and because it had to be, it was, easily. I tipped a masseuse with a hug (thanks, mom). Restoration is a really good movie. I'm out of supplies, but I'm not too worried; even without a refill, everything's all mapped out ( Read more... )

I felt more ill yesterday than I have in years. Finally fell asleep for a few hours with chills and nausea and a migraine, woke up and played video games until I felt mildly better. Getting up this afternoon at 2:30 and texting Tadams demanding orange juice made me realize that it's been almost two weeks since I started making friends, and not ( Read more... )

People are weird. I'm weird. This life is sort of absurd.

At least my loans are finally officially deferred, after having lost the form for two months.

Keep it weird.

The past week's mantra has been "How do I not know you?". Also, "I haven't slept." There's been a lot of that, too ( Read more... )

I think one of my greatest hobbies has always been self-pity in the wee hours. Like, seriously, there's nothing so satisfying as a brief romp through depression before a good night's sleep, especially when awoken by sunlight the next day ( Read more... )