Every have one of those days where everything ends up tits up?

This is one of those months.


NaNo is not happening. I'm at 31k, clearly marvelously behind, and the thought of forcing myself to write is frustrating. I know the next scene but not how to start it, and past that fuck knows.

I just, after two weeks of calling disconnected or nonresponsive numbers, decided to say "fuck it" to a survey assignment that I'm supposed to be doing and have decided to take the fucking zero. I have been frustrated to the point of tears every goddamned day over this assignment, and it's not worth it. It'll bump my grade to a c, but I honestly cannot give a fuck. It's not a class for my major, so it's not worth it.

And I have a paper to write.

And I'm PMSing.

But first, I'm going to watch Fry and Laurie and pretend that my life doesn't suck.

Dear Weather,

It is the end of September. It is also 94 degrees out. Stop it.

I am tired of nearly dieing of heatstroke every time I walk home from class.

Considering going back into hibernation,

Star

Dear Ovaries,

You have great timing. Why thank you, and diaf.

S