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bryiarrosei'm tired. want to nap. think maybe i will. we'll see.
was up til five since i took eric to the er at three. so far they think it's an ulcer. i hope it's just that.
lack of sleep is worth taking care of people i love. but still. i want a nap.
and i have all this work, since i'm still behind (and still recovering) from the brain worms i've had for far too long.
playing Thursday i guess. opening set or something like that.
can't find my book. my journal. whatever it is. freaking out about that.
wonder if it's run off with my music for voice, since i finally pinpointed that as the last thing to go missing that (also) made me think i'd gone crazy.
point: this is not good.
if i survive the next three weeks, i think spring break may involve drastically cleaning my room.
it's trav's 21st today. we're taking him out later. wonder if i can drink yet.
think the nap will put me more in the mood to go out, but i also want to take a bath and go sit in front of the stupid joe millionaire program with my friends. and oh yeah, all that work. and practicing so i don't suck Thursday.
but aggie's here. and that's really nice. jen and bear in town too. but they make me feel more like i need to be who i used to, so aggie's more fun to be around i think. and i miss having girls i'm close to. and. yes. getting loopy now.
sometimes i miss the real world. and i wonder how precariously i'm balanced here.
and why some people think i would ever care about some things. that maybe even i should. i'm a terrible person, but sometimes we all are.
who wants to write papers for me?
and find my book! damn it. this is not okay.
was up til five since i took eric to the er at three. so far they think it's an ulcer. i hope it's just that.
lack of sleep is worth taking care of people i love. but still. i want a nap.
and i have all this work, since i'm still behind (and still recovering) from the brain worms i've had for far too long.
playing Thursday i guess. opening set or something like that.
can't find my book. my journal. whatever it is. freaking out about that.
wonder if it's run off with my music for voice, since i finally pinpointed that as the last thing to go missing that (also) made me think i'd gone crazy.
point: this is not good.
if i survive the next three weeks, i think spring break may involve drastically cleaning my room.
it's trav's 21st today. we're taking him out later. wonder if i can drink yet.
think the nap will put me more in the mood to go out, but i also want to take a bath and go sit in front of the stupid joe millionaire program with my friends. and oh yeah, all that work. and practicing so i don't suck Thursday.
but aggie's here. and that's really nice. jen and bear in town too. but they make me feel more like i need to be who i used to, so aggie's more fun to be around i think. and i miss having girls i'm close to. and. yes. getting loopy now.
sometimes i miss the real world. and i wonder how precariously i'm balanced here.
and why some people think i would ever care about some things. that maybe even i should. i'm a terrible person, but sometimes we all are.
who wants to write papers for me?
and find my book! damn it. this is not okay.
