No Sleep
There are so many things going through my mind right now, the probability that this will be very cogent and/or understandable is extremely low. Sorry in advance.
I am exhausted. I haven't slept much all week (and not for fun reasons), and now it's getting close to ridiculous. I am tired, just not sleepy. Stressed, but not sleepy. Sad, but not sleepy. So, I'm extremely irritable, and am seriously considering quitting my job because they keep messing with my schedule, plus I'm not that attached to it to begin with. In short, they suck.
I made phone calls today. I hate that. I had to ask...no beg..for help because I don't know anything, have no skills, and am generally a moron when it comes to erecting anything animate OR inanimate. Even if, or because, I suck. At the moment, I am having to pray that the goodwill of other people will save me from certain failure and/or mental breakdown. Plus I have no tools, and no truck. This generally hinders the erection process. That was a joke. Laugh.
I am lonely. Even though nothing has changed, I feel incredibly alone right now. The people who are around me are still the people who are around me, and I am in serious need of someone that can stroke me and calm me down and make me actually believe that everything is going to be all right and then kiss me and make mad passionate love to me to help alleviate some of the stress that is causing all of this in the first place. And then tell me that even if I do end up a miserable failure, they'll still be seen with me in public. The candidate I would have voted for (for whom I would have voted) pulled out of the race, not that there really ever was one. I guess you could say he had it in the sack.
Tonight I was watching my favorite show, but not on the forbidden censorship channel. And Carrie's writing was preventing her from getting laid. I know I have had my feet held to the fire because of something I wrote before, even though it doesn't happen often (one of the reasons I don't mention the blah(g) to many people I know). I wonder how many times it has prevented me from getting laid. I wish that was really my excuse (you know, that I'm a famous writer making potential bedmates think twice about whether or not to be with me because I am soo famous and they are afraid I'll give them a bad rap and what-not). Sadly, I think my excuse is just, well, too lame and tragic to share (although if you've been paying attention, you should already know).
I think I'm getting sleepy. Gotta go.
I am exhausted. I haven't slept much all week (and not for fun reasons), and now it's getting close to ridiculous. I am tired, just not sleepy. Stressed, but not sleepy. Sad, but not sleepy. So, I'm extremely irritable, and am seriously considering quitting my job because they keep messing with my schedule, plus I'm not that attached to it to begin with. In short, they suck.
I made phone calls today. I hate that. I had to ask...no beg..for help because I don't know anything, have no skills, and am generally a moron when it comes to erecting anything animate OR inanimate. Even if, or because, I suck. At the moment, I am having to pray that the goodwill of other people will save me from certain failure and/or mental breakdown. Plus I have no tools, and no truck. This generally hinders the erection process. That was a joke. Laugh.
I am lonely. Even though nothing has changed, I feel incredibly alone right now. The people who are around me are still the people who are around me, and I am in serious need of someone that can stroke me and calm me down and make me actually believe that everything is going to be all right and then kiss me and make mad passionate love to me to help alleviate some of the stress that is causing all of this in the first place. And then tell me that even if I do end up a miserable failure, they'll still be seen with me in public. The candidate I would have voted for (for whom I would have voted) pulled out of the race, not that there really ever was one. I guess you could say he had it in the sack.
Tonight I was watching my favorite show, but not on the forbidden censorship channel. And Carrie's writing was preventing her from getting laid. I know I have had my feet held to the fire because of something I wrote before, even though it doesn't happen often (one of the reasons I don't mention the blah(g) to many people I know). I wonder how many times it has prevented me from getting laid. I wish that was really my excuse (you know, that I'm a famous writer making potential bedmates think twice about whether or not to be with me because I am soo famous and they are afraid I'll give them a bad rap and what-not). Sadly, I think my excuse is just, well, too lame and tragic to share (although if you've been paying attention, you should already know).
I think I'm getting sleepy. Gotta go.
posted by Ocean | 1:08 AM
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