Merry Overcommercialized Jew Celebratory Day!
Did Santa not hear my plea for a mercy killing?
My position with the university is in jeopardy. I don't want to go to NY anymore (I don't really have the monies and I don't want to go if I'm on academic dismissal). There are 8 children with new toys that make interesting sounds (xbox, karaoke (completely with a COUNTRY KARAOKE DISC! "..SHIT!.."), suction cup guns, etc.) in this house. I went to bed at 7am, they woke me up to WATCH presents being opened at 10. I didn't even fucking put my contacts in. I can't see what they opened. I found myself asking, "Why the FUCK am I awake again?" more than once. Getting sick. Again. I think its the cigarette smoke. And claustrophobic. There isn't a single room in this house that doesn't have people in it. It's positively MADDENING.
Biding my time until dinner, man. Biding my time til dinner. Then I'mma sleep like a mad bitch. Or perhaps write my appeal for school. ...sheesh...
My position with the university is in jeopardy. I don't want to go to NY anymore (I don't really have the monies and I don't want to go if I'm on academic dismissal). There are 8 children with new toys that make interesting sounds (xbox, karaoke (completely with a COUNTRY KARAOKE DISC! "..SHIT!.."), suction cup guns, etc.) in this house. I went to bed at 7am, they woke me up to WATCH presents being opened at 10. I didn't even fucking put my contacts in. I can't see what they opened. I found myself asking, "Why the FUCK am I awake again?" more than once. Getting sick. Again. I think its the cigarette smoke. And claustrophobic. There isn't a single room in this house that doesn't have people in it. It's positively MADDENING.
Biding my time until dinner, man. Biding my time til dinner. Then I'mma sleep like a mad bitch. Or perhaps write my appeal for school. ...sheesh...
posted by Shae at 2:06 PM
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