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i've decided i need a sponsor for college. they will give me health insurance and a monthly stipend to help cover life's bills. i will cover my own tuition, they will just make it so i can actually spend time on school and maybe get some sleep so i stop getting sick all the time. in return i will offer them or anyone they choose free psychiatric help for life.
and then i stopped daydreaming.
basically, i'm exhausted. the doc warned me to slow down, but i simply cannot. i have to go to classes, i have to work full time to keep my benefits. i can't drop any classes because i'll lose my financial aid (special circumstances, i had to file an appeal to keep my aid) and they just keep PILING ON the homework. seriously.
i feel like hell, i've got some cold that's going around that makes it feel like your breathing acid and gargling razor blades. this is a little over a week from having the spew flu (had to go to the crixsmiss wedding with pepto in my purse, lol). i stopped taking my vicodin because it was slowing me down and since they upped my dosage is was making me really sick. i was throwing up more than the sorority girls, so i've had enough of that noise. instead i'm grinning and bearing it as best i can. i didn't realize just how much pain i'm always in until day 2 of being off of it. fucking hell, this isn't right.
so yeah, i just wanted to bitch.
EDIT: i will also settle for being turned in to a cat in the care of someone like me. lazy bastards.
and then i stopped daydreaming.
basically, i'm exhausted. the doc warned me to slow down, but i simply cannot. i have to go to classes, i have to work full time to keep my benefits. i can't drop any classes because i'll lose my financial aid (special circumstances, i had to file an appeal to keep my aid) and they just keep PILING ON the homework. seriously.
i feel like hell, i've got some cold that's going around that makes it feel like your breathing acid and gargling razor blades. this is a little over a week from having the spew flu (had to go to the crixsmiss wedding with pepto in my purse, lol). i stopped taking my vicodin because it was slowing me down and since they upped my dosage is was making me really sick. i was throwing up more than the sorority girls, so i've had enough of that noise. instead i'm grinning and bearing it as best i can. i didn't realize just how much pain i'm always in until day 2 of being off of it. fucking hell, this isn't right.
so yeah, i just wanted to bitch.
EDIT: i will also settle for being turned in to a cat in the care of someone like me. lazy bastards.
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