I feel like I only ever post on here to whine, and that’s okay, I suppose. I’d rather have this awkward digital record of how shitty I feel then forget the dates entirely. So, long story short, today was a really hard day.
PFC Philip A. Weston is headed off to Afghanistan…
Seriously considering a mohawk.
“No… I just remembered that to-day’s my birthday.” I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.”
I’m working 14 and a half hours tomorrow starting at 8am… I should be asleep but life is really far to stressful.
My horoscope today says beautiful wonderful things are going to be happening in my life soon.
It’s monday morning so, I’m finding that hard to believe.
I think in the past month I have had maybe 5 nights where I haven’t woken up atleast once. The past week I’ve been waking up freezing cold…then really really hot.
Maybe I’m dying…?
Vicodin muppets snuggie…
Ice to keep the swelling down. Atleast Emma Stone is here to keep me company
Waiting rooms make me extremely anxious and very annoyed.its am interesting combination.
my mouth is a war zone and i think my teeth may kill me.
