I took a nap earlier and had some wacky dream about Maryland being bombed and the world turning into this futuristic Star Wars-esque place where these giant crabs were the mode of public transportation. Now I am home alone, passing time on the internet, listening to the volume on the TV fluctuate from really freakin' loud to inaudible. Damn surround sound, messing things up. Dave went to a show: Melt Banana, I believe. I had planned on going but then decided I had nothing to wear and proceeded to fall asleep and have aforementioned wacky dream.

Life has been a bit rocky lately, or maybe it's just me being overdramatic. I know that in all reality I have things pretty easy, but that still doesn't keep me from feeling a general sense of stress about everything. For instance, I had a near-failing experience in my horrible English class; I have incredible amounts of homework that I can't seem to catch up on; lately I've been completely unmotivated and it's been really difficult to sit through my classes; at work we are horribly understaffed and it looks like it's only going to get worse this Christmas; my relationship is good, but we're both depressed and we hardly ever see each other anymore; I'm feeling a general sense of blah-ness with myself; I have to go back to the doctor for the three millionth time and I'm sick of hurting and it's getting ridiculous.

I should add that school sucks but I'll get through it and I'm not going to die if get a C; my current job is still better than Hallmark and I'm lucky to at least have a job; I'm still really happy with my boy and even though things haven't been ideal, they will get better once we get our lives together; a haircut and perhaps some shopping will help with the blah-ness I've been feeling (it happens at least every three months); and finally, the hurting will go away eventually.

Um, yes. That is all.


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