12:18 p.m. - 2004-02-17
wah
I am walking on a fucking tightrope right now.
This weekend, now fresh on my heels, was the worst. Ever. I crashed at others houses', which I am both grateful for and sorry to have done - I hate being the guy on the couch or chastely sharing the bed, but sometimes it becomes necessary.
I have infinite things to do. Finish application to go to France next year, hunt down final letters of veiled recommendation, get my tax shit together, pay medical bills, pay credit cards, beg for an extension on papers I couldn't finish either because I didn't have my books or because my computer is totally destroyed and drive to Polson with my bro to try and go recover my extra keys. Hopefully, my car will be neither ticketed nor towed, but my optimism has temporarily dried out.
Now listening to the extracuricular activities song from the Darkness. Hopefully, it will make everything all better.
