I am vaguely nauseated all the time. Not cool.
In other news, I'm also very moody for no reason. I go from whistling happy, to talking to Dad, to wanting to kill all humanity, to wanting to weep in about five minutes. Really weird.
My work schedule is somewhat forcing me to go to bed earlier, which is good. I have a midterm in Calc II on monday, which makes me what to die. Violently.
Smart Bomb is anything but.
Still avoiding relationship issues (including talking to mom) in favor of pretending to study/ swearing for no good reason.
Plus, I have numerous small wounds on my hands, the source of which I cannot identify. And one on my nose, but we're not talking about that one.
Tomorrow is St. Patty's, and I have to work till 7:30.
My buddies are going to the pub at like noon. Eight. Hours. Of drinking separation. Maybe for the best though, it helps with the whole "I set up the girl I like with another guy" thing when they're both drunk. I hope.
"Nice guys finish last."
dB
In other news, I'm also very moody for no reason. I go from whistling happy, to talking to Dad, to wanting to kill all humanity, to wanting to weep in about five minutes. Really weird.
My work schedule is somewhat forcing me to go to bed earlier, which is good. I have a midterm in Calc II on monday, which makes me what to die. Violently.
Smart Bomb is anything but.
Still avoiding relationship issues (including talking to mom) in favor of pretending to study/ swearing for no good reason.
Plus, I have numerous small wounds on my hands, the source of which I cannot identify. And one on my nose, but we're not talking about that one.
Tomorrow is St. Patty's, and I have to work till 7:30.
My buddies are going to the pub at like noon. Eight. Hours. Of drinking separation. Maybe for the best though, it helps with the whole "I set up the girl I like with another guy" thing when they're both drunk. I hope.
"Nice guys finish last."
dB
Perhaps it's the full moon that's messing with you. I know that it was messing with me this week.