Cutting It Close

I’ve had some close calls before, but today was probably the closest I’ve come to missing a post. I started writing something on my lunch break and decided to scrap it pretty quickly. I left work in a rush, trying to get back to my friends’ apartment so I could work on my English homework. At that point, I knew I still had to write a post, but it was sitting in the back of my mind. I got some really shitty pizza—which was almost five dollars a slice. Fuck you, Times Square! Sincerely, fuck you! If the pizza costs five dollars, it better have little bits of heaven drizzled on it. Now my stomach hurts, and I’m scared to clog my friends’ toilet. Embarrassed and disappointed. Not a good way to end a night. I decided to just hop in bed after my terrible dinner and watch a quick movie. My plan was to watch the movie, then work on my English. Hot Tub Time Machine 2 isn’t great, by the way. I don’t know if you could tell by the title, but I couldn’t, obviously. For some reason, I thought it’d be a good idea to close my eyes. That great idea turned into a two-hour nap. Luckily, I woke up and remembered I hadn’t written a post yet. I would’ve been so mad at that pizza if it cost me my streak! I had something really good to write about today, but I’ll save it for next week. I wanted to go to the movies tonight, but I think that idea is over now. I’d probably end up falling asleep again. Then I’d be screwed and unable to fall asleep when I actually wanted to. I hope I never have to take a winter class again. Something is due every day. It’s exhausting. I usually love English classes, but fifteen weeks of work crammed into fifteen days is way too much. I have to write an analysis paper by Sunday night. I hate analyzing writing. It’s pointless. You just write some deep shit and hope the professor kind of understands what you’re saying. I should probably get a little bit started on it tonight. Ughhh. I’m so lazy. I never thought I’d say it, but I miss my dorm a little bit. My white-walled prison. I think I got attached to my bed after all those nights sleeping there. I miss my setup. I miss my own space. Although I miss it, that doesn’t mean I want to go back so fast. I wish I had a week at home. Not one of these half-weeks I’ve been having, but a full week to see everyone I want to see. I hate the idea that once I move back into my dorm, I’ll probably be there for the next four months. I don’t want to go back to that life. Luckily, I’m happy(ish), healthy(ish), and I have good support. Things could be way worse. The only thing that couldn’t be much worse was my pizza tonight. Fuck you, Times Square, fuck you. Happy Friday, everyone! Enjoy your weekend!