Gloomy Sunday

So I hate my essay. HATE... hate so much. I am afraid that my lack of primary sources will mark me as a shitty academic... and really, I don't know why I didn't figure this out when I was doing all my research three weeks ago... but apparently I am a shitty academic. Go figure. So I spent the last two hours getting chocolate, eating chocolate, and fucking with my earrings to get one to go through the two holes in my ear. It is now throbbing, but that might just be because I've been fucking with it for the past twenty minutes.

Got a phone call at two this morning, debated (oh so briefly) whether to berate the caller for the hour or just to be thankful and express my appreciation. Of course being the sensible woman that I am, I picked the latter. AND being the sensible woman that I am (aided by drugs and my essay of course) I have resolved to be good today and begin what George (if that was his name) was encouraging me to embark upon. I loathe games but as he put it: See it as fun, as a game, enjoy playing it. So here I am... ooh how much do I enjoy power... right... what power.

This earring is pinching somewhat, it might not last, but hopefully the piece I ordered will arrive and I won't need some shoddy piece I created myself with some pliers. Back to my crap paper, I cannot procrastinate any longer!