Posts Tagged ‘tired’

Hello non-existent readers!

I bet you’re wondering just about anything other than “hmm… where has geek gone with his eternal wit, charm and humor?”  But I’ll enlighten you anyway.  School.  School is where I’ve been.  6 hours of work then 6 hours of classes.  Exercise my body in the morning, do homework from 10 to 12.  Viva la vida.

Pretty cramped schedule, and you must assume that I hate it.  If you decided to assume anything.  The thing is, I don’t.  I just about went crazier than a shithouse rat yesterday, playing world of warcraft and having nothing to do.  I was excited to actually come into work today, even if my enthusiasm for class tonight (health) may be lacking.

Over the past two weeks I’ve been limiting my smoking for that class.  Made a cute lil contract and everything.  3 a day the first week, then 2 a day last week, now 1 a day.  And I could go crazy with a hatchet as tense as I feel.  I’m drinking my recovery drink out of a measuring cup.  A large one.  Picture below.

I haven’t written a damn thing, and with the onset of valentine’s day, I’m so lonely and pissy I could scream.  Class takes up a lot of the spare time, but I should really focus.  Except I can’t focus, thanks to nicotene withdrawl.  The Cat, and my new friend both don’t talk to me no more.  Maybe casual interaction, but as ever they have better things to do.  Makes you want to scream more.  And I think I pissed off hippy too.  It’s maybe not the best thing in the world, but I am so beat at the end of the day I don’t exactly feel like shooting pool until 1am every weekend.  The bills are getting paid, but dammit, I’m tired of doing this all alone.

 

End ramble.

Here’s a picture.

Biting off more than I can chew?

Posted: January 19, 2012 in On Geek
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Alright.  Went behind the back of my adviser and jumped myself from 16 credits to 18.  I also ditched Bio so that I can still work full time.  Replaced with anthropology and public speaking.  I’m not good at speaking to crowds, so I think that latter class will be the most useful.

I don’t have much to say tonight.  I’ve exhausted myself from being lonely and overdoing it maybe.  A good friend of mine made an accurate  statement when she said “I would suggest taking it easy, but my guess is that would be to no avail.”  I can’t stop.  I tried taking my evening off and shooting things on the computer but that didn’t even work.  My eyes burn and I can’t hardly focus on the page in front of me.  Am I emotionally burned out or just physically?   I don’t know.  I shouldn’t have even bothered saying anything.

Well my other ear blew out during the witching hour last night.  I literally flew up chest first with a gasp, woken up by the pain.  I staggered to the bathroom and then downstairs to take an unholy amount of painkillers and a glass of water.  Something odd happened.  All three cats in the house followed me downstairs in a straight line, and then meowed together to be let outside.  I opened the door and they proceeded without the least bit of their usual hesitation.  Probably means nothing, but it was still weird as hell.

I got 4o00 words added to Frosty-A-Go-Go last night.  I was on a chaotic streak that only stopped when the clock hit 10 and I knew that I had to get up to work this 11 hour shift today.  That being over and done with, I am dog tired, in need of meds, and watching Cowboys and Aliens of all things.  I’m not sure if my IQ is dropping because of this, but it certainly may be.

Too damn tired to think straight.  Short entry.  20,000 words total in the manuscript by tomorrow night.  =]