It's not even 8pm. I've been trashed since 6pm. It's a school night.
At least it took me a month to get to the point where I'm drinking lots on a school night. So much weird stuff going on in my head, but I gotta say I'm not anywhere near drunk enough to actually talk about it. Suffice to say - my life is odd and I'm not convinced good.
I enjoy my job...but some of it is driving me nuts. Suprisingly I'm turning into a bit of a workaholic. Which is totally unexpected cause during student teaching I couldn't get out of there soon enough. I still want to get out of there...but I feel good about getting stuff done. Of course I'm wicked behind in grading. Ridiculosly behind. It's bad.
I should stop typing now, before I really lose it. Besides I should go to sleep soon. That would be good.
:) Night all!
PS - yay vanilla vodka!
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