Life is not fair. I have this entire week off from work and I had plans damn it! So not interesting plans (sleep, catch up on college work, sleep, maybe watch unhealthy amounts of dvds, read some, go to the gym, sleep a lot more), but plans that I was looking forward to.
Then what happens on the first day of my holiday? I’m lain up on the sofa tucked up under the Beast, watching unhealthy amounts of West Wing season 7, mainlining cups of tea, and feeling like death warmed over. So watching large quantities of TV was part of my master plan, but I want to be doing that because I CHOOSE to, not because that’s all I can muster up the strength to do!
Meh. My life is horrid. At least if I’d been at work I would have got sympathy. Instead I was home alone all day and not in the mood to enjoy it 🙁
Yes. I am feeling pitiful and sorry for myself. I want sympathy. I need love.