Heals The Original Dryness

ingrid, i haven't been able to read your page for a few days, an error of some sorts comes up and eventually crashes the program cause computers are stupid like that. anyway, yeah. i love you and it pisses me off that i can't read your blog

i think my calf muscles are getting bigger, i'm not sure, but they seem to be larger than the last time i remember, it's very exciting.

well, i've managed to not take a nap this afternoon, and at the same time i've managed not to kill anyone or do physical damage to things. the trick is to know when to vent, and who to vent and fume at, cause as we all know, holding it in is bad, and fuming to the wrong people is also bad. memorable events of the afternoon: i'd like to think i actually made progress with bryy, it felt like i was actually able to get a couple points through, i hope they stick. then i come home after section and read some of neil's writting on the begining of dark forces, gave him a call to see if he'd read 1984 and somehow ended up snapping at him about how i just hate christmas and i really was not in the mood to get myself worked up over that. it's such an almost irrational response. just a simple discussion about how eggnog is being sold again makes me want to throw myself head first into rose bushes and rip them out of the ground, just cause i get so pissed off and worked up over it. and despite my bitching and moaning about it every year, it seems to come back full force... and i hate feeling ineffective... *sighs. beats head against wall*

ok, off to improve practice, and then i'm coming back and going to SLEEP, so i will hopefully have energy to work tomorrow. but first, a quick nap on my keyboard...