I am at home with the flu. Well, the end of a really nasty flu.
I also have tickets to Civil War. Gold Class tickets. Gold Class tickets that only cost me twenty dollars.
I cannot go.
This is the greatest injustice of the month, if not of 2016 in its entirety.
I had a sudden epiphany this morning, when I was finishing off a presentation for uni: it makes a huge difference if you like your lecturer. If you clash, it makes it very hard for you to want to complete the work, let alone have it be your best work. And me and this current lecturer? … Yeah. Not a fan. And certainly not looking forward to our next one-on-one consult, that’s for sure.
I swear to god this week is trying to kill me. Frankly, I hope it rains on Sunday, so I can justify barricading myself in my apartment and watching all of Sailor Moon Crystal in my pyjamas.
One of those days that you kind of hate everyone and everything, and want to throw a bit of an adult tantrum for no tangible reason?
It’s not even ten in the morning, and that’s exactly how I’m feeling, honestly.
I spent four hours last night not working on my university assessment, but trying to fix my iPhone after an update left it frozen on the ‘connect to iTunes’ screen. Since it’s my only phone line and my mother is coming down today, I sent them both emails that I couldn’t know they’d both see, and worked on fixing it.
And then discovered that my mother hadn’t even noticed I was AWOL. Great for my self esteem,
So today, I have class (that’s where I am right now, actually) until noon, then I have to write a 500 word assessment for tomorrow’s class, get to the library to print it out, go to the gym, mop my floors, do a ton of washing and continue my pre-assessment freak out since all four of my classes have assessments due in the next week.
I absolutely wish I hadn’t gotten out of bed. That I had rolled over and gotten more sleep.
Just a no-good day and it’s only ten.