Let's see, here..

So Justin reminded me yesterday that while I give him shit for never blogging.. I actually hardly ever do it myself, anymore.

Out of fear of being a hypocrite, here I am.

So it's occurred to me that I worry too much. I've observed the massive workload that is being handed off to me, and then I make a list of what I need to have done over the weekend. It's a big list. Something huge and blood-pressure raising.

Every weekend, I sit on my ass eating cheetos, watching Season 5 episodes of House, and drinking obscene amounts of tea. Every hour or so, I do some homework, then go back to my usual tactic of fucking around and doing nothing. By the time the weekend closes, I've gotten about half my list of homework done, and I spend Monday morning chewing down my fingernails.

Then I look at my schedule. Is everything that needs to be turned in done? Yes. Do I have time over the week to finish other things? Yes. Is my head on fire, and am I going to die? No.

Then what the fuck am I so worried about?

I think I could use a chill pill.

Details, and more details

I woke up today contemplating doing something very, very stupid. I don't think I've thought about hurting myself in order to get out of work in a very long time and it seems that the time had come for me to go and think about it again. In my infinite wisdom, I sat in bed and wondered what kind of injury would be most believable but with as little pain and disabling as possible.

I realized that my little toe might have to someday take one for the team. And I have two of them. That's like two days off in the bank, courtesy of God and my parents. They won't be tracking those in any HR department. This, I know.

I feel it slipping.. I feel it slipping away.

Accumulated Amortization upon my Sanity has been Debited to my Amortization of Sanity Expense account. D: