| i hate being sick. |
[Feb. 2nd, 2008|08:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | elliott smith - a distorted reality is now a necessity to be | ] |
thursday night finally came, and i got gabriel from the 7-11 on belvidere and broad. took him home with me, and we had a great night. i missed him so much :)
on friday afternoon, my entire body started to ache. i got hot and then cold. and my throat hurt. i thought i just needed sleep, but now i know that i'm just sick.
i went to bed at 2:30AM last night, and woke up at 3:45PM this afternoon. crazy. my body feels like someone is pricking me with tacks or something; it's terrible. i've been eating halls coughdrops like they're candy. caitlin and i walked to fine foods, because she suggested getting ginger ale. i bought "super chill" ginger ale, in honor of the cat that sometimes shows up on our front porch. i saw him this morning (the weather was lovely, which made me feel even worse, since i have oodles of work to do, plus i'm sick) and i gave him food and water. i think he really liked that, haha. he ate the food like he was ravenous.
i have put 3 hours into my "20 hour project", so far... and i'm starting to get nervous. i think i will work on it the majority of tomorrow, until gabriel gets here. then, i guess i will work more on my "take up space" one at the AFO building? gah. i'm not sure.
i'm really stressed out about money right now. my mom somehow got enough money to pay for my old apartment's rent... fuck everyone who checked out the place and never called back. you guys put me in a really shitty spot. so now, i'm going to have to talk to bryan, my landlord, and ask if it's okay if i pay him later... i'm fairly certain he will be okay with it, especially if i explain the situation to him. so on top of those two bills, i have to deal with comcast, dominion virginia, and a water bill. i hate money. it shouldn't cost anything to live.
but then i guess no one would make any money? i don't really know, nor do i care. communes, w00t!
i watched "american psycho" for the second time this weekend. it's a really awesome dark satire on the culture of 1980's wall street businessmen.
i need a jobbbb. i e-mailed the lady that the career center told me about, and she told me to e-mail my department. oh, hey, you're listed under "art foundation". daaaamn, what are you, then? so frustrating.
i need to drink more gingerale and consider doing some work. or drink theraflu. or something. gah. :[ |
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