I got this in an email:
“In an effort to assist in conserving the current water supply in the building, please refrain from using any non essential water until after 6pm. Refraining from using non-essential water will not only help to conserve the limited water supply the building currently has, but it will also assist with water levels and pressure rising once United Water has completed the repairs and restored water flow to the Camden Waterfront.”
I need to wash my dishes.
So I now live alone, and notice I have conversations with myself. One of today’s was the most entertaining.
Me: “I’m tired of briefing cases. I’m just going to read this last case; I’m not going to brief it.”
Me “No! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF IDIOT?!?! Brief every damn case you read.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m going to brief it.”
Am I going crazy? Maybe.
Am I okay with that? Yeah, I guess.
I giggle a little every time I read it. How am I going to survive law school? What’s going to happen when I take an entire class on torts?
I’m so goddamn moody. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was this emotional for such a long amount of time.
PS: I’m not sad. Just angry. All I want to do is kick someone’s face in. Maybe I’ll just go chain-smoke.
So, I’m doing some paper work on my bed and I go to send a text message. So I set my pen down (cap off) right on the sheets because I can’t afford a comforter at this point in my life. I send the text message, look back down, and there it is. A massive (not really) black ink stain on my brand new VERY WHITE sheets. Also, I’m kind of OCD so a black ink stain like that REALLY bothers me.
I freaked the hell out. Pulled the sheet of my bed (well, air mattress.. but whatever.) Ran into the bathroom and began frantic scrubbing for approximately 8 minutes. After using soap and bleach the stain was mostly out, so I threw it in the washing machine.
God, I hope it comes out. If it doesn’t I’m going to have a BF…
Effffffffff. This is a weird feeling.
Is this going to last forever? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Why did today have to throw everything at me? Sometimes I forget I have feelings… then days like this remind me that I, in fact, do have them…. I don’t think I know how to interpret them.
Between breakfast and lunch is easy, that’s brunch….
But I had no clue what to call the meal we ate this afternoon. So I finally settled on afternoon brunch. I dunno, it works for me.
Just killed a wasp that was probably planning to kill me in my sleep.
And I was like
And just before I shut the lights off a HUGE FUCKING WASP starts crawling all over my damn sheet like it owns them. And I say something like, “Shit! Shit! Shit! That’s a fucking wasp! Fuck my life!” while running the opposite direction. Then I rush downstairs to get the flyswatter. As soon as I get back upstairs to my room, the damn wasp starts flying around. I follow at a distance with my flyswatter in hand. It rounds the corner by my dresser and is nowhere to be found. Fuck. So now I still can’t find him.
Not going to bed until I kill it. What if it stings me in my sleep. THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE.
[And just so everyone knows why this is a big deal, I am afraid of bees/wasps/hornets/etc. more than most things in this universe]