I just found out that if I'd wanted comments on my paper, I would have turned it in yesterday. Monday. Not today. So now I'm just struggling to get the damned thing turned in by Thursday because, fucking hell, it's a hell of a lot harder to write 15 pages than I'd remembered. Especially when I'm just so tired I want to scream and forget about all of this.
And I don't want to go to work. Primarily because I'm scared of my boss's reaction to my muck-up on Sunday, and also because tonight is going to be hell thanks to the baby-sitting program that they call CLUE. And I have a final at 8:30am tomorrow that I will most likely have no time to study for, and be functioning on most likely less than six hours of sleep for, as well.
I just want this quarter to be over. NOW.
I don't know how the hell I'm going to get my Christmas shopping done. I don't know how we're going to get the house in decent shape to have a guest, especially a day earlier than we'd expected which is not the fault of anyone, but just an extra thing to worry about. I don't know how I'm going to survive living alone in this house with the dog and the cat while everyone else is gone. I don't know when the hell I'm sending out the rest of my Christmas cards, or the letter my grandma wanted, or do any of the other umpteen-billion things I'm now feeling like I have to do before Christmas.
I'm entirely too tired for this shit. I apologize for all the nasty, ill-tempered, bitchy posts lately. And it's time to get ready for work.
And I don't want to go to work. Primarily because I'm scared of my boss's reaction to my muck-up on Sunday, and also because tonight is going to be hell thanks to the baby-sitting program that they call CLUE. And I have a final at 8:30am tomorrow that I will most likely have no time to study for, and be functioning on most likely less than six hours of sleep for, as well.
I just want this quarter to be over. NOW.
I don't know how the hell I'm going to get my Christmas shopping done. I don't know how we're going to get the house in decent shape to have a guest, especially a day earlier than we'd expected which is not the fault of anyone, but just an extra thing to worry about. I don't know how I'm going to survive living alone in this house with the dog and the cat while everyone else is gone. I don't know when the hell I'm sending out the rest of my Christmas cards, or the letter my grandma wanted, or do any of the other umpteen-billion things I'm now feeling like I have to do before Christmas.
I'm entirely too tired for this shit. I apologize for all the nasty, ill-tempered, bitchy posts lately. And it's time to get ready for work.
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Date: 2004-12-14 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-14 05:03 pm (UTC)And your icon is so very appropriate.
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Date: 2004-12-14 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-14 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-14 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-14 05:05 pm (UTC)It will all be okay once I get my paper done. I just have to keep saying that. *hugs*
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Date: 2004-12-14 03:30 pm (UTC)*hugs* Hope the rest of the week moves upwards!
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Date: 2004-12-14 04:29 pm (UTC)I have a fondue pot.......
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Date: 2004-12-14 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-14 05:08 pm (UTC)*hugs* Thank you - it certainly should, once things start getting finished.
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Date: 2004-12-14 11:53 pm (UTC)Of course, I have only had him disgruntled with me once that I know of, and that was when I first got hired. Since then, we have come to appreciate each other, or so I like to think...BTW, who did he transfer out of the office?
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Date: 2004-12-15 09:30 am (UTC)Chamarke was transferred back to Kane. That's part of why I'm kind of 'eep' about little stuff at the moment - it's kind of a 'oo, that could be me' sort of thing.