Buried under a ton of schoolwork. Who would’ve thought that I’d actually be able to grasp algebraic concepts NOW instead of back when I was in middle school with a half-empty brain. I wonder what stuff that’s stored in my gray matter is getting pushed out my ears by this new stuff that’s goin’ in…
My pain levels have been off the charts these last couple of weeks. I honestly can’t remember the last time I left the house…in fact, the pain was so bad over the weekend that I missed my best friend K.’s wedding on Saturday. To say I’m upset over that is a bit of an understatement. I’ve also spent the better part of the last few days doped to the gills on pain medication and sleeping. I am in a constant state of “Will today be a good day? Can I leave the house and go run errands?”
Yeah, needless to say, it sucks.
One would think that I’d do something constructive with all this time at home…no job, mostly house-bound, no life…you’d think I’d have all my writing (historical novels ‘n such) done, my schoolwork way ahead, laundry done, yadda yadda yadda.
RIGHT. Most days, I barely move from my computer chair/the bed/the futon. Typing is actually rather painful.
Oh, to do things over again. I want to run off somewhere. I’m tired of this life here as it is.
Maybe a small island somewhere in the Caribbean. You coming with me, OBF?