Sunday, May 9
Saturday, May 8
Friday, May 7
Thursday, May 6
Tuesday, May 4
Tired of Being Tired
I am tired. T-I-R-E-D. TIRED. I'm tired of entirely too many things. Tired of...everything. I've no energy. No motivation. No driving force other than spite, which occasionally helps but right now just makes me TIRED. Nothing to look towards, soon anyway. Nothing to do, yet so much to do. I'm tired. Tired of taking stupid risks for nothing and failing. Tired of not taking risks. Tired of slogging along for nothing. Tired of being tired. I need something to pick me up. Anyone got a crane? Maybe some dynamite? I certainly won't find out til next time...
TIRED!
TIRED!
Saturday, May 1
Caught in the Crossfire
Well, it finally happened. I thought I could hold out infinitely, that I was fast enough, strong enough, smart to avoid the inevitable. I fooled myself into thinking it was behind me, a part of my past gone for good. The improvements I'd made, the adjustments, the daily methods all culminating in the banishment of this unfortunate aspect of Fate. But I was wrong. The thought had begun to occur to me earlier this week that I was perhaps not as invincible as I had deluded myself into thinking. It was only a matter of time until I fell again. And so it was written, so it was done. I am man, after all. So yes, you're quite right. I, The Grand Duke Dyl of Quence, now has... I don't think I can say it *sniff*...
A cold.
Yes! A BLASTED, WRETCHED, OH SO icky cold. I thought, perhaps, that I could go on forever now that I was eating a bit more, taking vitamins, thinking semi-positive thoughts! But no! No, I've been assaulted by my perenial enemy, the common cold. Generally two or three times a year it rears its ugly head, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days, sometimes for more than a week. But it comes around eventually. It always does. Thus I'm forced to blow my nose every 5-10minutes and suffer this infernal congestion for however long God has in store.
And the timing, the oh so coincidental timing, is remarkable. Why, I do believe it is AP test time! Not only that, but I get some high-quality, primo, mouth-watering oppurtunities to leave the house and all I get is congestion and miserable. Oh, it could be worse, sure. But it's just not pleasant! I can't go places or do things because every 5minutes I've got to blow my blasted nose. How this will effect the AP tests, I don't know. Hopefully I never will, as it has been known that these things last a mere day or three and fade away into oblivion. And it's also been known to plague me for two weeks. Joy of joys. Not to mention I have to tell everyone I can't go anywhere or do anything, just preventing me from making interesting expeditions away from home into the great unknown we call life. Makes me want sneeze. Oh wait, THAT'S MY COLD!!
I can't work under these conditions... Eh, variables. The worst thing is when they lurk in the shadows, biding their time to attack when you're most vulnerable or least need the addition. What can you do? Perk up and move on! Nice try, God, but you'll have to do a bit better than this! (Other of my ails consist of a nasty face blotch right next to my lip, entirely too much armpit hair, too much hair on my head in general, AP tests, 100pages to read tomorrow, and I burned my fingers making cookies so now I've too gnarly heat blisters on my fingers. And all that emotional stress that comes with being a...uh...human. Just in case you're keeping score). You've won a few battles, but I'm still ahead! This is my house! Well, yours too. But...uh...how do you smack talk the uncomprehensible? You see my dilemma. But I'm off to blow my nose, read some more, and plot. What am I plotting? I dunno. Neither will you, until next time...
A cold.
Yes! A BLASTED, WRETCHED, OH SO icky cold. I thought, perhaps, that I could go on forever now that I was eating a bit more, taking vitamins, thinking semi-positive thoughts! But no! No, I've been assaulted by my perenial enemy, the common cold. Generally two or three times a year it rears its ugly head, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days, sometimes for more than a week. But it comes around eventually. It always does. Thus I'm forced to blow my nose every 5-10minutes and suffer this infernal congestion for however long God has in store.
And the timing, the oh so coincidental timing, is remarkable. Why, I do believe it is AP test time! Not only that, but I get some high-quality, primo, mouth-watering oppurtunities to leave the house and all I get is congestion and miserable. Oh, it could be worse, sure. But it's just not pleasant! I can't go places or do things because every 5minutes I've got to blow my blasted nose. How this will effect the AP tests, I don't know. Hopefully I never will, as it has been known that these things last a mere day or three and fade away into oblivion. And it's also been known to plague me for two weeks. Joy of joys. Not to mention I have to tell everyone I can't go anywhere or do anything, just preventing me from making interesting expeditions away from home into the great unknown we call life. Makes me want sneeze. Oh wait, THAT'S MY COLD!!
I can't work under these conditions... Eh, variables. The worst thing is when they lurk in the shadows, biding their time to attack when you're most vulnerable or least need the addition. What can you do? Perk up and move on! Nice try, God, but you'll have to do a bit better than this! (Other of my ails consist of a nasty face blotch right next to my lip, entirely too much armpit hair, too much hair on my head in general, AP tests, 100pages to read tomorrow, and I burned my fingers making cookies so now I've too gnarly heat blisters on my fingers. And all that emotional stress that comes with being a...uh...human. Just in case you're keeping score). You've won a few battles, but I'm still ahead! This is my house! Well, yours too. But...uh...how do you smack talk the uncomprehensible? You see my dilemma. But I'm off to blow my nose, read some more, and plot. What am I plotting? I dunno. Neither will you, until next time...