My alarm went off this morning at 6:30 am, and I promptly re-set it for 9:00 am, even though I had promised myself I would get up and cram for my exam tomorrow- because I know if I started studying at 6:30, it really meant I would dick around on the computer until 7:30 or 8:00, and then I would probably take 20 minute breaks for every hour of studying. Obviously, this meant I needed to get started early. This plan didn't work out.
At around 7:15 am, 45 minutes after I resolutely screwed myself by re-setting my alarm, I woke up to the most painful charlie horse I think I've ever had.
As I lay whimpering into the pillow, I wondered if maybe this was karma- some sort of subconscious bodily function that was telling me to get the fuck up and study. I thought this for about a minute. When the worst of the pain subsided, I, of course, passed out again until 9:00 am.
I don't know whether to be disgusted or resigned at my lack of discipline. It's not like it comes as much of a surprise.
My calf still feels tight and burning. Hopefully it will stop me from falling asleep on my keyboard.
At around 7:15 am, 45 minutes after I resolutely screwed myself by re-setting my alarm, I woke up to the most painful charlie horse I think I've ever had.
As I lay whimpering into the pillow, I wondered if maybe this was karma- some sort of subconscious bodily function that was telling me to get the fuck up and study. I thought this for about a minute. When the worst of the pain subsided, I, of course, passed out again until 9:00 am.
I don't know whether to be disgusted or resigned at my lack of discipline. It's not like it comes as much of a surprise.
My calf still feels tight and burning. Hopefully it will stop me from falling asleep on my keyboard.
- I be at:The Fishbowl
- I'mma feelin':
exanimate - Pretty noise:The Worst Pies in London- in my head, not on my i-Pod


Comments
Go fuck yourself, you apathetic CUNT!
If I could dance and sing songs on his grave, I would. He was a blight upon humanity and modern cinema. Plus he fucked an Olsen twin. What an asshole. - If I had said that, you would probably be justified in calling me a cunt, but quite honestly, I take it as a compliment.
Seriously, man, if you don't personally know someone but go on and on and on and ON about their death and get depressed about it, you have issues. Get over it. He wasn't your friend. You're a douche-face.