REALLY bummed out because of all the deadlines I don't think I can meet. On top of the articles that have yet to be written, I've got a handful of duties and issues to deal with, both official and unofficial.
I've got a baptism to attend and an anniversary to celebrate, both coming up this weekend. For weeks, I've also been on diet limbo, which is really frustrating because now the harsh reality of being an adult (adult = slow metabolism) is becoming more evident. Plus, so much more money issues to reconcile--bills to pay, debts to collect, my pending raise, the need to buy things I have to, etc. Yes, I'm ranting.
UGH. Everything's just piling up and I'm breaking out (literally, too). I really hope this is just a menstrual syndrome--that, or the annoying weather, otherwise I'm in deep shit, dipshit.
SERIOUSLY, only one thing can make me feel better right now, and that's a good book. I've been dying to buy Haruki Murakami's 'What I Talk About When I Talk About Running' for days now and I might just pick it up after work today. Then go home, sip on a nice cup of tea and kill all the time I can...
BUT just thinking about my impossible workload is already getting me out of the mood.
I need a cigarette.
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