February 16, 2004 :: 2:33 a.m.
attack of the chronic fatigue monster
I just finished my stupid Drawing homework. I was going to upload a picture of it, because... I don't know, just because... but I can't, because I have less than 1% of my image space left. Blah. Note to self: do something about that.
The homework that you are not currently looking at was to draw a still-life of paper bags. Little brown paper lunch bags. It was unexciting to say the least, especially since I spent 2.5 out of 4 hours last Monday drawing them in class, but it came out all right. I enjoy drawings that I can finish in under an hour. And it's not half bad, actually, so I'm not even afraid to stick it up on the "critique board" tomorrow. Go me.
But now my hands (and subsequently, my face and pants) are covered in black conte crayon grime, which I am actively transferring to the keyboard, mouse, tablet pen, and telephone. Because I am very lazy and do not want to go downstairs to wash my hands. Yeah, it's sad. I've learned to accept it.
Gah. I'm ungodly tired for some reason. It's really bothering me, because I shouldn't be tired, I really, really shouldn't... and yet I am. I have been all day. Actually, I'm tired most of the time. Where did all my energy go? It's not like I do anything very strenuous. Which may very well be the problem. I need to start getting some exercise in, but... ugh. I hate exercising. I hate being sweaty and out of breath. I used to try to go running, but it hurts my knees and makes my lungs all cold and constricted. Very unpleasant. Running is definitely a fit person's exercise. On the other hand, I absolutely love swimming. No sore knees, no sweat. It's glorious. However, I haven't owned a bathing suit in going on 8 years, and I don't plan to be seen in one anytime soon... so there goes that. Also, I have no pool. And I can't afford a gym membership. Blah. Whatever. The point is, I'm way more fatigued than I should be, and it's annoying.
And now I'm going to bed, because all I can really think to say at the moment is "blah blah blah blah suck," so... yeah. Goodnight, all.
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