Blacklist

I don't want to be a bummer, but I am. I'm the sick girl that no one wants to be around because I'm too much of a downer. (A random aside: eHarmony is my sworn enemy, along with that car outside with too much bass, the Buffalo Bills, the neighbor's dog, and the annoying new girl at work)

My thesis is due on Wednesday. I have new hope that I might actually get it finished, even though I'm doing this right now instead. But I'm also on the verge of not giving a shit, considering I'm being blacklisted in the department because of all my faithful service. Apparently tenure is only something the old dude who runs the school for himself (rather than the students) believes he should have.

I'm burnt out on work, and begged to be let go early tomorrow. So I have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn, but it's the last time until at least next Saturday. Plenty of time to sit and feel sorry for myself. Make my own blacklist. Yeah.