|Gypsies, tramps and thieves.
Hope y'all had a happy Halloween. I know I did.
Oh, and if you give me a quarter (or a comment), I'll tell you a completely bogus fortune. It'll be great.
In other news, So, I am contented with the results of my portrait project, but that's about it. I was going to go balls out, and draw a picture that I took of me, and then take a picture of the drawing... but I got a migraine that has effectively destroyed my night.I took 1000 mg of Vicodin and just stayed down for an hour until I couldn't feel a damn thing anymore, but that also has rendered me almost entirely useless academically.
I feel completely incapable of anything. I'm loopy, and I can't write my damn discussion assignment because I hated the readings and I don't think any of them were even remotely literary, and I don't care. I hate this damn class now. I hate that I'm so behind and have so little time and that it's entirely my own fault. I hate that when I'm not in clas, I'm at work or buried beneath a pile of homework. I'm so beyond overwhelmed and overbooked. I never feel relaxed anymore, and I'm always exhausted. I'm hardly ever home, I stop by multiple times daily, and I hate it. My room is a disaster, and I hate being in there, but I don't have the time or the wherewithall to clean it right now. I hate that, once again, I don't have time to do NaNoWriMo. I was going to write a spooky short story in honor of Halloween but didn't have time. I never have time for anything and it's driving me nuts, especially with all these major projects I have coming due. White model, painter's elevation, second editing test, portrait project, commercial editing project, and the entirity of this fucking IDL course that snuck up on me. All I'd really need were a few days to myself to just sit down and rocket through the course. I know I could do a chapter a day at the very least if I had the materials, or the time. I could've finished chapter 6 tonight if I didn't have this damn migraine and that horrible self-portrait project due tomorrow.
I don't even want to think about tomorrow.
Right. That's enough of that. I'm just going to get myself to bed, and hopefully the world will seem more managable once the drugs wear off.