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so i didn't go to bed till 2:30 last night. i wasn't up reading horrible fic or anything that's a total waste of time like that. ok, so i was. but i had been really good most of the day yesterday. i even started a poem.

and yet my body had the audacity to wake up at a quarter to 8. wtf, body? i wasn't tired at all. i will be soon tho. and i can't nap because i have too much stuff to do and it will fuck with sleeping tonight, which i can't afford, since i will be in class till like midnight tomorrow, knowing my insane poetry teacher.

and it's 9:19 now (and hey that's my birthday) and i haven't done anything productive. no, that's a lie. i took magnets and postcards off my fridge and put them in a box. and i took my tapes and added them to my ginormous box of cds. i dread how heavy that thing is going to be.

there is so much left to do and i want nothing more than to ignore it. sigh.

(no subject)

so i didn't go to bed till 2:30 last night. i wasn't up reading horrible fic or anything that's a total waste of time like that. ok, so i was. but i had been really good most of the day yesterday. i even started a poem.

and yet my body had the audacity to wake up at a quarter to 8. wtf, body? i wasn't tired at all. i will be soon tho. and i can't nap because i have too much stuff to do and it will fuck with sleeping tonight, which i can't afford, since i will be in class till like midnight tomorrow, knowing my insane poetry teacher.

and it's 9:19 now (and hey that's my birthday) and i haven't done anything productive. no, that's a lie. i took magnets and postcards off my fridge and put them in a box. and i took my tapes and added them to my ginormous box of cds. i dread how heavy that thing is going to be.

there is so much left to do and i want nothing more than to ignore it. sigh.

(no subject)

so i didn't go to bed till 2:30 last night. i wasn't up reading horrible fic or anything that's a total waste of time like that. ok, so i was. but i had been really good most of the day yesterday. i even started a poem.

and yet my body had the audacity to wake up at a quarter to 8. wtf, body? i wasn't tired at all. i will be soon tho. and i can't nap because i have too much stuff to do and it will fuck with sleeping tonight, which i can't afford, since i will be in class till like midnight tomorrow, knowing my insane poetry teacher.

and it's 9:19 now (and hey that's my birthday) and i haven't done anything productive. no, that's a lie. i took magnets and postcards off my fridge and put them in a box. and i took my tapes and added them to my ginormous box of cds. i dread how heavy that thing is going to be.

there is so much left to do and i want nothing more than to ignore it. sigh.