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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-12-02 12:33 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-12-02 12:33 pm
Bah!, says I.
BAH!
That is how I'm feeling right now. Bah.
Had a really fucked up dream, but I did get to kiss Alan Rickman in it... And, the funnist thing is, the one thing I kept thinking was "Oh, Linda's going to kill me!" That, and he had this weird lower lip thing going, it was split, or something. I dunno. It was weird. He was wearing his Snape get-up, though.
Overall, mood has not improved - (un)aided by insomnia. The heater is blasting in my room, so I have the window open all the time. It's still hot as hell (hey, that actually works). And when I have too many things on my mind, I can't sleep anyway. And I get even hotter. Gah. There comes a point, where I realize that I'm worried about something by my body temperature. So, I was lying in bed yesterday, trying to figure out what it was that I was worried about.
1) Jadis - check
2) Essay due tomorrow - check
3) Money - check (or, rather, I wish there was a check...but it's all about wire transfer...)
4) Logistics involved in getting to/through/back from Italy - check/check/check
All in all, I couldn't fall asleep till about 4, then had to wake up at 9. I actually got up at 11:20. Still not enough sleep, though.
This day is going downhill already...
Oh, and Sam was supposed to call last night, but never did. Bah on him, too.
And FUCKING PEOPLE NEED TO STOP LOOKING OVER AT MY SCREEN!!
God, that pisses me off! And I try to show it, too - I stare back at them until they quail. Because, dammit, eyes off. My personal space. These 3 feet are my space.
(Bitch, bitch, bitch...)
God, I cannot wait to be at home, alone in a room with my computer and no one to bother me. It'll be beautiful.
Moving on...
Yes, so life sucks at the moment. It should get better soon, but...
Ah, well.
I try not to care, but then, that's the whole problem, isn't it?..
That is how I'm feeling right now. Bah.
Had a really fucked up dream, but I did get to kiss Alan Rickman in it... And, the funnist thing is, the one thing I kept thinking was "Oh, Linda's going to kill me!" That, and he had this weird lower lip thing going, it was split, or something. I dunno. It was weird. He was wearing his Snape get-up, though.
Overall, mood has not improved - (un)aided by insomnia. The heater is blasting in my room, so I have the window open all the time. It's still hot as hell (hey, that actually works). And when I have too many things on my mind, I can't sleep anyway. And I get even hotter. Gah. There comes a point, where I realize that I'm worried about something by my body temperature. So, I was lying in bed yesterday, trying to figure out what it was that I was worried about.
1) Jadis - check
2) Essay due tomorrow - check
3) Money - check (or, rather, I wish there was a check...but it's all about wire transfer...)
4) Logistics involved in getting to/through/back from Italy - check/check/check
All in all, I couldn't fall asleep till about 4, then had to wake up at 9. I actually got up at 11:20. Still not enough sleep, though.
This day is going downhill already...
Oh, and Sam was supposed to call last night, but never did. Bah on him, too.
And FUCKING PEOPLE NEED TO STOP LOOKING OVER AT MY SCREEN!!
God, that pisses me off! And I try to show it, too - I stare back at them until they quail. Because, dammit, eyes off. My personal space. These 3 feet are my space.
(Bitch, bitch, bitch...)
God, I cannot wait to be at home, alone in a room with my computer and no one to bother me. It'll be beautiful.
Moving on...
Yes, so life sucks at the moment. It should get better soon, but...
Ah, well.
I try not to care, but then, that's the whole problem, isn't it?..
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Angua, back to Ghosting
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