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April 17, 2008 | 03:03am
Mood: tired
Music: The Wombats - Moving To New York

This has been a long week. I'm functioning on far too little sleep, and I seem to be incapable of napping longer than 10 minutes at a time. This is, on all accounts, "lame." So basically I'm ridiculously exhausted and I don't know how the fuck I'm going to make it to 6am.

The more papers I write for Dr. J, the worse I seem to do. What the fuck? Seriously. By now I should be improving, not getting worse. This makes me pretty fuckin' ticked off.

I walked to and from campus like a motherfucker yesterday. And I ran. Since 9am yesterday, I've walked 7 miles and ran 3, and I'll be walking another mile to get home after work. That's a shitload of transporting myself by foot. Like, seriously.

i put one foot forward and ended up 30 yards back
am i losing touch or am i just completely off the track
and i don't know why i want to voice this out loud
it's therapeutic somehow

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