March 12, 2002 :: 8:04 a.m.
what manner of cruelty is this?
Yes, I am truly up this early.
I do not want to be up this early.
When my mother came in and woke me up, I actually experienced a horrible amount of pain. Still am. I believe this is a cue to go the fuck back to bed. But alas, I cannot. I must make myself decent and hop in my car and shuttle Adam (brother) to work. At this godawful hour of the morning. *sigh* No one can say I don't love the boy. I mean, shit, as a rule I don't get up this early unless I'm getting paid.
In other news, my teeth hurt. It is excruciating and has been plaguing me for days. The teeth that were recently filled are the ones that hurt, of course. I don't know what exactly is going on in there, but it needs to stop. Now. Because I think I'm going to cry.
Going to bed with a hurt and then waking up with the same hurt intensified is no fun at all. Nope.
I also have poison ivy on my ankle. I not really sure how that happened. Grrar.
edited at 8:56 a.m. My car made a foul screeching noise when I started it. I'm slightly freaked out. It's sputtering more strongly than usual. I have this intense paranoia about my car breaking down and getting sliced to death by some psycho who stops to give me a ride. *gulp* I'm off, then... woo.
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