Entry Sixty

I'm there. 60, baby.

And I feel sick. My head is...not on fire. There are no flames. It's more like I'm being held deep under water. There is pressure.

I want it to go away. Yet, I only have myself to blame. I am the one who decided that it was a good idea to take a 3 hour nap. It felt good at the time. Especially since I got 4 hours of sleep last night.

Then my body screams at me, "WHY DID YOU WAKE ME UP!"

Truth be told, I could have slept right into the night. Slept from 3:00-10:00 or 11:00. But I didn't want to waste the rest of today. So I awoke and promptly got on the computer.

I have to admit that the glare from the screen is not helping things. I don't want to look away.

Also, my show starts in 5 minutes and I cannot miss it. Unless we have already turned the cable off.

Oh, what do I do. The advice? Wait until after finals to worry about it. But by then we are getting into "real problem" territory. Why am I the one? I have asked myself this over and over again.

(Is it just me, or has the acting in Smallville gotten worse? Not just since the start, I mean from last week.)

(Speaking of bad acting, I love this show...but does clenching and showing your teeth really equal acting? You look like a chimp)

Back to things. I SHOULD be studying for the finals that I have next week. The weekend will be spent wishing bees would attack those that are delinquent.

Maybe I should get a head start. Then again, I think I would much rather watch my Netflix movie.

Did that.

"Now we'll always never know."

I love thunder storms more than pretty much anything else.

I also love writing when creativity permits.

I just feel like doing nothing, but that requires sitting and I am SICK of sitting.

Okay. Time to get some more story put out there.

Refer to the next post.

Right now.