The end of my month of November is unpleasant. I 'm stressed, irritable, monosyllabic, stressed, tired, and I feel that I am unpleasant to everyone (even if I make great efforts to remain bearable) too bad I told you I was stressed? The slightest
silliness makes me anxious, like when the ticket machine does not accept my $ 2, when the kind Mrs. at the circulation desk told me to go-not-peg I dunno what in the ladle of the reserve system , genre when I am forced to go put gas at a station I do not know, like when I have to make photocopies worse than I am intimidated by the machine that put the sub on my student card. When
this record that I am terrified of a photocopier, it's because I need to sleep fucking.
silliness makes me anxious, like when the ticket machine does not accept my $ 2, when the kind Mrs. at the circulation desk told me to go-not-peg I dunno what in the ladle of the reserve system , genre when I am forced to go put gas at a station I do not know, like when I have to make photocopies worse than I am intimidated by the machine that put the sub on my student card. When
this record that I am terrified of a photocopier, it's because I need to sleep fucking.
I look forward to December 1. I'll soon be able to write words for the few people who come here to read. Worse
I look forward to my biggest worry is "how I am going to dress at the Christmas party?"
Ok my title is no report, but I've just ordered the DVDs and books this morning .
confess that I wrote this post among others, never to be in the bottom of the blogrolls of those in order of "most recent post." I always feel like I'm going to return if I go down completely ... Yeah.
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