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4:43 p.m. - 2003-10-29 Sigh. I know that I�m doing it to myself. That the exhaustion I�m feeling is directly correlated to not getting myself into bed at a decent time knowing that I have to leave said bed early the next morning. I also recognize that my unwillingness to let go of the meager but still happenin� social life I�ve developed over time is another contributing factor. That I also happen to work one and a half jobs is probably not helping, either. All of these things are combining to make for one tired and slightly exasperated Lauren. To paraphrase a chubby but insightful Simpsons character: There is no emoticon to express what I am feeling right now. Sigh. I haven�t had a day off in almost three weeks, and it�s looking like another two before that happens. My apartment is a mess, I�ve got bills that I keep forgetting to pay and I haven�t made myself a home cooked meal in god knows how long (side note: not that that is really any big surprise since I�ve always maintained that I couldn�t cook my way out of a soggy bag of muffins). I�ve been making what I can only call �charitable donations� to the people at Goodlife gyms for weeks now, and I�ve officially had to put myself on a burger and fry ban to avoid the necessity of buying pants with an elastic waist. The only thing I�ve actually managed to start, do and finish is make a Halloween costume. So at least I�ve got something under my belt. Sigh. Two days until the weekend, two days until the weekend, two days until the weekend. Not that I don�t have to work, but I do get to sleep in. And that�s always something to look forward to.
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