I am so cranky in such a mediocre way. I can’t get the energy up to be furious. I just wrote a long, rambling, nonsensical post that added nothing to the blog whatsoever, and I decided that I hated it.
I feel like this:
My head is on fire. I am impractical. I am an insect. The only difference is I am not drunk and haven’t been in twelve and a half years exactly.
Nothing is as it should be. I should be further along than this in every way. I should have more skrilla, I should be further in my career, in my applications, I should be married, have kids–I’m shoulding all over myself today.
Get it together, Seer! For god’s sake, girl, you’re a fucking mess. At least take a shower.
This post is quickly on its way to meet the other one, so I will bid you goodnight. I will try to put down the bat and pick up a feather, since I’m already covered in bruises and this game historically ends in tears.