Work in Progress

You oughta hear the mirror in my house You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth Says I’m imperfect in every way: “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”/...But I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna shine and multiply I’m gonna fill up the great divide You’ll never break me with all the things you say “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

arrrrrrrgh...

I do NOT want to go to work.
Not at all.
I don't wanna.
It's not just laze, not just the urge to sit around all day, it's more of a sick dread.
Like going to get the results of a test you know you bombed that will kill your grade.
I've never not wanted to more.
And I don't know why I'm like this today. I really don't have a reason to be. I just am.
I didn't get to shop this morning, either, 'cause I couldn't fall asleep until two despite being in bed by 12, and thus couldn't wake up at 6 and be functioning enough for shopping and a seven hour shift.
:P
...off to eat and shower and gather my knitting for when I go on break...
i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna....

1 Comments:

At 10:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh my, that dread for work totally sounds like how i was *every single* time i had to go in to the ice arena for work! purely dreading it.

 

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