I realize what’s been bothering me all weekend: I’m a rule follower in a world where only 70% follow the rules.
Why is it that no
Tomorrow I will be starting a 1700 mile journey across the country, with my mother.
I'm in General Psychology just for the hell of it (not going into a psych field at all). I hate my professor. She's an evolutionary psychologist and makes us read evopsych bullshit. IN A GEN CLASS. WTF.
How did you guys do yesterday? I was not amused by yesterday's test (mostly because my test location was changed, so I had to drive 50 miles to a different one).
It's a rough world out there. There's war, famine, hate, and The Golden Girls isn't available streaming anywhere. But to listen to most millennials – yeah, I'm turning curmudgeon and putting it on us, millennials – there's a far more sinister scourge in the world, threatening to invade and destroy our livelihoods, or…
I'm obviously still sick. While the Gas-X was eventually delivered yesterday and taking it repeatedly did allow me to sleep through the night, I then spent about two hours in the bathroom whimpering that someone should put me out of my misery. I was too miserable to play phone games or watch Netflix. Ugh.
I have computer woes— all the failure all at once. And I can't fix it all because... insert more fail. Details inside. Come have some (non-dairy) cheese with this whine. Open whining thread!
Mr GV isn't in school this term because he found out he finished his AA too late in the term to register for the school he's transferring to. This means I'm supporting us 100% until early April.
Khal Drogo was at my favourite bar tonight. Khal Drogo is gallivanting around my stupid boring little city while I am inside studying. I have one exam left in my degree, which I write on Monday, for which I am over preparing. School has this one last chance to ruin my life and it's taking full advantage of it. School…
I have given up on my depression med. It wasn't doing much anyway.
Now my insomnia is back. I've been awake since 2:30am. It's 6:15, and the kids will be up with the sun.
My mood has crashed. I don't want to leave the house. My man-person and I are basically not talking (because we're mature adults). I'm hungry, but I'm…
Feel insane amounts of guilt about taking sick days? I HATE taking them. I hate it. I'd rather drag myself to work and be miserable than be home because of the all-consuming guilt. However, I'm under strict instructions to take today (and possibly tomorrow) as sick days. I'm supposed to rest and hydrate and sleep…
Everybody else had it at 11 am...but I'm on the one computer with a gigabit connection, which is all kinds of awesome, except when you're the last person to get internet.
* Ossifrage came up with the name.
This is hard, y'all. The program I'm applying to has low acceptance rates across the board and I'm starting to have the sinking feeling that this year's round of applications is just going to be for funsies. I'm changing careers (seeking one instead of a job in the first place?) and waiting another year doesn't…
Warning for intense amounts of self-pity and ranting.