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Feb. 12th, 2003 09:23 pmMy body hates me.
It has decided to freak out on me on the most important day of the month. Tomorrow I am to hand in my hardet essay, and I get sick today. I can't DO anything. I'm in pain, I can't concentrate, I am down here, trying to write my essay and knowing full well that I just can't. I can't get a single coherent thought into my head. Everything went wrong today. Just everything. I'm trying not to be a whiny bitch about it, but it's just not working. So, add guilt to the mix. But I have a plan, and hopefully, if all else fails, the doctor's note should help. Because, honestly, this is ridiculous.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
croupier said that it sounds like my last week was the bloody pits. It's nothing compared to the last few days. Jesus fucking Christ. I must have done something SERIOUSLY wrong somewhere, somehow, for this to happen this week.
On the bright side, Someone I know forwarded me the best friggin' email, ever. This young lady here emailed a certain Mr. Jamie O'Neill to find out where in NY he will be, exactly, and guess what? He answered. He also apologised for the brevity, but he just came back and had a pile of emails to sift through.
GAH.
One of those is MINE!
Anyway. Moving on.
I don't really have much to say, except that my head is swimming, I can't concentrate and am generally pissed off at the state of the world. I am hoping very much that I'll get better by tomorrow, Sat. at the latest, as I have a love to hug. Oh my GOD I can't believe we have a chance to meet! (I'll email you back with details soon, babe.)
Out of sheer boredom of lying inmy bed, half passed out, I picked up PoA again. You know what really gets me? The scene where Harry almost tells Remus about the Grim he saw outside of the Dursleys' house. Can you imagine? What would have happened THEN?
Gah. Clearly, I am unbalanced, since this worries me almost as much as my own future. Huh.
I am in pain. Signing off.
It has decided to freak out on me on the most important day of the month. Tomorrow I am to hand in my hardet essay, and I get sick today. I can't DO anything. I'm in pain, I can't concentrate, I am down here, trying to write my essay and knowing full well that I just can't. I can't get a single coherent thought into my head. Everything went wrong today. Just everything. I'm trying not to be a whiny bitch about it, but it's just not working. So, add guilt to the mix. But I have a plan, and hopefully, if all else fails, the doctor's note should help. Because, honestly, this is ridiculous.
croupier said that it sounds like my last week was the bloody pits. It's nothing compared to the last few days. Jesus fucking Christ. I must have done something SERIOUSLY wrong somewhere, somehow, for this to happen this week.On the bright side, Someone I know forwarded me the best friggin' email, ever. This young lady here emailed a certain Mr. Jamie O'Neill to find out where in NY he will be, exactly, and guess what? He answered. He also apologised for the brevity, but he just came back and had a pile of emails to sift through.
GAH.
One of those is MINE!
Anyway. Moving on.
I don't really have much to say, except that my head is swimming, I can't concentrate and am generally pissed off at the state of the world. I am hoping very much that I'll get better by tomorrow, Sat. at the latest, as I have a love to hug. Oh my GOD I can't believe we have a chance to meet! (I'll email you back with details soon, babe.)
Out of sheer boredom of lying inmy bed, half passed out, I picked up PoA again. You know what really gets me? The scene where Harry almost tells Remus about the Grim he saw outside of the Dursleys' house. Can you imagine? What would have happened THEN?
Gah. Clearly, I am unbalanced, since this worries me almost as much as my own future. Huh.
I am in pain. Signing off.
