dingoes8

This week has been strange. I didn't sleep more than 2 hours a night and I'm kinda out of it, so excuse the stiltedness. I'm sick so I've been switching between generic DayQuil and generic NyQuil. I'm either starving or eating junk food. I think my hair is falling out, probably because I don't eat right. I quit taking one of my prescriptions because it was a hassle and I don't think it did anything anyways. My back has hurt and my neck has been clenched up for days. I tried to masturbate, unsuccessfully, for three days (not continuously). The sleep deprivation plus cold medicine made it feel like I was on nitrous for my entire shift the other day. It was kinda cool. But it was just me and the old guy, so it wasn't that cool. Oh yeah, classes started. 3 more credits than last semester. Also working one more day a week. Which is good, because I dropped $80 on books today. Luckily I already had three graphic novels for my horror class. Missed my cable bill last month so now it's $200. There's a hot girl in my CompLit class that I'm going to talk to at some point. I think I might have prostate cancer and/or skin cancer. I guess I have to go pay some guy to stick his finger in my ass. My Creative Writing/Horror teacher is obsessed with Firefly/Serenity. I sorta had a falling out with it and now violently hate people who are obsessed with it. I've been listening to cover songs constantly. I'm trying to write, but the only thing coming out is bad vampire erotica. I hate vampires. WTF? I'm beginning to doubt that I can actually write. Anyone can force themselves through the motions of typing out words, but that doesn't make them an artist. I work at 10am tomorrow and my neighbors are partying because the first week of school is over. I feel like my head is going to fall off, possibly right after I vomit.