this was my day

i am curled up under 2 huge comforters, waiting for today to be over so i can wake up tomorrow, remember that i accomplished nothing today, and feel like shit for about 15 minutes, till i chug a mug of coffee and write and revise the 2 papers i should have written today.

omg omg omg omg

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Gillian Wearing: It leaves a lot to the imagination, that's what art

should do. It leaves you something to go away with,

something to think about. It doesn't say: this is a story,

completely, and this is my take on it.

last night... not in any particular order.

Sunday Shunday Shunday

a. I am hung over and possibly still drunk from last night.

b. my mother is in the New York times today, 2 photos of her. I'm really proud

c. blaaaaaaaaaaah i need an iv drip of coffee going right into my arm.

d. I have fake blood somehow smeared all over my arms.

e. Boo.