Today I bunked off going to school. I don't have class Tuesday and Wednesday but I told myself I'm supposed to go to campus to do stuff. But instead I'm having extreme difficulty trying to write this assfucking paper. In a better mood, it would be done already. Granted, I have two more weeks to do it but I'm really kinda busy. Everything sucks, I think I'm addicted to holiday bonbons, and 8 hours of sleep a day isn't doing it for me anymore. I should have picked an easy book like The Death and Life of Great American Cities instead of this fearmongering Luddite shit. Ugh. I have a meeting this morning and it's going to be frustrating. I want to curl up in a blanket and hug the stuffed cat. Tomorrow it's going to be cold.

On the list of things that aren't total shit: yesterday's photoshoot was good, Justin found someone to cover for him for Saturday, and Sandy is planning a party thing for the weekend of the 30th with Nia and anybody else who will show up, I get to see James tomorrow, and I found my tits on DeviantArt.

I guess things are fine but I think there is something wrong with my life, though as always I can't figure out what or how to fix this pervasive ineffectuality and impotency. I just don't want to DO anything. I'm just a few stress units away from

Being human totally sucks most of the time.
Videogames are the only thing that make life bearable.

-- Anorak’s Almanac, Chapter 91, Verses 1–2 (Ernest Kline, Ready Player One)

My god, I wish my relationship wasn't long distance, and I wish I could crawl back out of my ass with the motivation that's obviously stashed up there too.