Conversations With Myself

Must stop designing web sites in head. Must. Bio test tomorrow.
No, that was yesterday. Test today, in about...oh, an hour.
Ack! But I want to work on site stuff...I've got some good ideas here.
Write them down and go stare at your cell diagram. Idiot.
I need to play with them a little, though...
How about this weekend?
I have another test to study for (bio lab, yeech) and a history paper to work on.
You can take breaks, you know. You just can't be building friggin' fandom sites the night before a test!
*sigh* I don't need a weekend. I need a gods-damned vacation.
That'll be fun too.
Quite.

Yes, I do this now and again. Mostly when I'm beating myself up for things, or stressing over the eight million things I'm somehow supposed to accomplish in a very small ammount of time.

*sigh* And I had serious inspiration for that Jack Bristow page, too... Not to mention the seaQuest stuff...

Gods. Just get me through this day. Just get me through it, let me relax even if it's only for a day or two, even if it's only for a couple of hours. Cut me some fucking slack.

Cheers.

fuck

Neck and shoulders knotted and tense from hunching over the keyboard and nothing moving for hours except the hands, the way I seem to always end up working. And part of me says, take a break, get away from it for a while, but I can't rest, I'm on a roll. And just when I think I'm done, I have to go and play a little bit more. And some more after that.

And there are times when I swear my mother could kill any fraction of a good mood I happen to have somehow aquired. It's not her fault, it just is.

And I want things to just not suck for a while, you know? I don't know what else I want, but I sure as hell know that one. For all the good it isn't doing me right now.

I hate my life, my apartment, and my own stupid lack of direction.

Among other things.