Wednesday, 29. April 2015
What is wrong with my life. (?)
I come into my room, it is nine PM. It looks like, well, like a room looks when you haven't bothered to clean up for some time. I've been in the city since I went there directly after school, spending three hours writing on my stories, while watching a load-out screen and then another one doing nearly the same with another, unbelievably slow computer while trying to get specific data sets out of a data-bank.
I haven't had only one look at the talk I'll have to give tomorrow, or the stuff for the test I'm writing next week. I haven't managed to go grocery shopping for when I left my dad's it was already well after eight. I haven't packed anything for tomorrow yet although I know I'll have to catch my train at five and school goes until four. And I'll have to get up half an hour earlier to go wash my hair, because honestly, right now I'm just not up to it anymore. And on Monday I'll go back to the data-bank problem.
In short: I've done nothing which I actually had to do, while working for my dad and doing stuff I didn't have to do and all of that for the prospect of a free dinner and an excuse for not doing all the things I now still have to do but won't be doing in the near future anyway.
Well, at least I got leftover pizza.

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From years of experience I can tell you, it's completely normal. How many times did I start the day before... if at all. But leftover pizza makes everything better.

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