existentialsex4

I probably shouldn't drink too much anymore. I had a few beers today, and I wasn't in a good head space. My week wasn't going the greatest. My garburator broke, so I had to call the landlord again and they had to clean up our apartment. It was so embarrassing. My neighbor came over that night to bring some soup by our apartment. I had thought she had brought a canister of the garburator liquid to teach me a lesson or something. So, initially I was trying to process everything, and made a disgusted look on my face towards the soup, thinking it was the garburator liquid. Then I figured it out and thanked her for her sweet gesture. Afterwards I felt so crummy about making the face, and I don't really know how to approach that whole situation without looking like a fool. I just resolved to personally return her Tupperware container and praise her soup endlessly. Sigh. So, anyways, I had a few beers today, and now I'm depressed, bored, unmotivated and lonely. I should monitor my alcohol intake, it isn't helping me stay motivated. Tomorrow, I'm going to start to get to work. I gotta stay exercising, I have to do work on my thesis, I have to do my SSHRC proposal, and prepare a lecture on love. Things are picking up and I need to start getting my shit together.