Very tired.
I seem to have this habit now of posting on Sunday nights.
Probably because it's something that allows me to prolong the arrival of the Day After Sunday (even though it's technically already here).
I am very tired.
April has not been a good month to me. Between the rain, a freak snowstorm in the middle of the day, being stuck at work all by myself for a week, half of the Shoestring kids coming down with some type of ailment at various times right up to the last rehearsal, my director coming down with bronchitis, the very real fact that my currently sweet temp gig is definitely ending in two weeks, my own apartment feeling like an episode of "The Real World," blowing 25 bucks on Mega Millions tickets and not getting a piece of the quarter billion dollar jackpot, the "check engine" light glaring at me every time I'm in my car, my allergies kicking my ass during the day, my asthma waking me up in the middle of the night, and still checking my e-mail every night for a message that will never ever ever ever appear, yeah, April has been a really shitty month for me.
To review: I'm exhausted, I'm about to lose a job that I acutally like, I haven't done all of my laundry in over a month, and boys suck.
Not even a complete and total removal of all effects and erasure of all digital ties (deleted e-mails, removal from Facebook, deleted phone number from my phone) has helped change my belief at this point that boys really do suck and I will probably end up marrying Andre when I turn 30 just because I'll have no other choice at that point and we'd be pretty happy anyway despite giving both of our mothers a stroke.
Fuck it - I'm having a glass of wine, continuing my second read of "Memoirs of a Geisha," and eventually going to sleep.
Probably because it's something that allows me to prolong the arrival of the Day After Sunday (even though it's technically already here).
I am very tired.
April has not been a good month to me. Between the rain, a freak snowstorm in the middle of the day, being stuck at work all by myself for a week, half of the Shoestring kids coming down with some type of ailment at various times right up to the last rehearsal, my director coming down with bronchitis, the very real fact that my currently sweet temp gig is definitely ending in two weeks, my own apartment feeling like an episode of "The Real World," blowing 25 bucks on Mega Millions tickets and not getting a piece of the quarter billion dollar jackpot, the "check engine" light glaring at me every time I'm in my car, my allergies kicking my ass during the day, my asthma waking me up in the middle of the night, and still checking my e-mail every night for a message that will never ever ever ever appear, yeah, April has been a really shitty month for me.
To review: I'm exhausted, I'm about to lose a job that I acutally like, I haven't done all of my laundry in over a month, and boys suck.
Not even a complete and total removal of all effects and erasure of all digital ties (deleted e-mails, removal from Facebook, deleted phone number from my phone) has helped change my belief at this point that boys really do suck and I will probably end up marrying Andre when I turn 30 just because I'll have no other choice at that point and we'd be pretty happy anyway despite giving both of our mothers a stroke.
Fuck it - I'm having a glass of wine, continuing my second read of "Memoirs of a Geisha," and eventually going to sleep.
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