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So, it's almost one o'clock here, but it feels later because the sky is so overcast and I'm bloody freezing. I've picked up Star Ocean: Until the End of Time again for the first time in years, and am now almost at the end. I missed 24 again, for the seventh time in a row? and so it just adds onto the list of torrents I need to download.
Since I didn't have to work, I was finally able to keep that promise I made to my brother Tommy almost a year and a half ago, if not longer. So, on Saturday, he spent the night at my place, where we played Quidditch and Teen Titans and watched a metric ton of Whose Line is it Anyway? He stayed until about seven o'clock Sunday evening, and he apparently didn't stop talking about me the entire way home. Validation, oh yes. Even when I'm screwing up my own life, I'm still the awesomest of big sisters.
I hate feeling purposeless. My sleeping habits have reverted into night owl state even more than usual, I'm anxious about paying my bills, I can't do anything about the jobishness until I'm back from the trip, and I'm really scared of what's coming next. Maybe I should take Robin's advice and join the Air Force. At least then, I wouldn't have the time to mope about my lack of purpose.
I want to write something, but no matter what I look at, it's just... nothing. I have someone I need to grovel to, because she sent me something to beta like, seven months ago, and I'm *still* too listless to touch it. My circle of rl friends has narrowed considerably, too-- from like, what... six to two? *laughs* They should know that I still love them, at any rate.
I need to do so much. Ugh. I wish I could just curl up and everything could take care of itself.
Since I didn't have to work, I was finally able to keep that promise I made to my brother Tommy almost a year and a half ago, if not longer. So, on Saturday, he spent the night at my place, where we played Quidditch and Teen Titans and watched a metric ton of Whose Line is it Anyway? He stayed until about seven o'clock Sunday evening, and he apparently didn't stop talking about me the entire way home. Validation, oh yes. Even when I'm screwing up my own life, I'm still the awesomest of big sisters.
I hate feeling purposeless. My sleeping habits have reverted into night owl state even more than usual, I'm anxious about paying my bills, I can't do anything about the jobishness until I'm back from the trip, and I'm really scared of what's coming next. Maybe I should take Robin's advice and join the Air Force. At least then, I wouldn't have the time to mope about my lack of purpose.
I want to write something, but no matter what I look at, it's just... nothing. I have someone I need to grovel to, because she sent me something to beta like, seven months ago, and I'm *still* too listless to touch it. My circle of rl friends has narrowed considerably, too-- from like, what... six to two? *laughs* They should know that I still love them, at any rate.
I need to do so much. Ugh. I wish I could just curl up and everything could take care of itself.