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it frustrates me immensely that the primary mode of social interaction for people my age is apparently “large parties at loud bars” because like, that is the least optimal kind of social interaction for me

I can’t hear you and I don’t know 50% of these people which means I just hide in a corner talking to no one

can’t I have board game nights with max five other people or something, why can’t we do that

Tuesday blues, or Spring break why did you leave me like this?

Okay. I slept like poop. And I don’t know what I did to my neck, y'all, but I can hardly move.

So it’s 6:50, and I’m still lying down down on a heating pad trying to loosen my muscles enough that I can move and shower and get ready for work because today is an even day, which means I have sophomores, and there ain’t no rest for the wicked on even days, and I’m gonna need to be able to, y'know, walk and move and turn my head. Thankfully I have plan during my first block today; I’m gonna have to roll in late.

I’m trying not to have a poopy attitude, and I’m trying even harder not to let clouds settle in on my day–week, month, year?–but I would really like mornings to be about a million times easier than they are, and I’m tired of feeling exhausted and fatigued all the time. (And I don’t even have kids yet, so my mornings only consist of coffee-making, getting ready, and taking care of the pupper and doggo. Sheesh, props to all you educhums parents. You’re superheroes.) Makes me think of that post that’s going around about how hard mornings are and how we should give depressed folks getting up and out of bed a bit more credit… or maybe bribe us with a muffin or pancakes or something?

I'ma need all the help I can get today, I think. Starting with a raising-Lazarus-from-the-dead type miracle that’s gonna get my ass outta bed and off this lovely, pain-soothing heating pad.

please consider

Imagine if One Direction had just won an award and got up there and said, “This doesn’t have Zayn’s name on it, does it?”