This isn't the last for today ...

I'm sick, and I've been trying to work on this paper on Wal-Mart for a while now. How and why do I get sick when it's crucial??? This is gonna be a long long long week. To top it all off, there was no hot water out of the tap this morning. Something wrong with the plumbing again. I swear I'd move out if only I had a feasible alternative place to stay.

Now I'm stuck in a room, dealing with life, with stress, and the claustrophobia I never thought I had. Ok, maybe it's just loneliness (somebody, write me a message!), a craving to be taken care of, yet conflicted because I know I can and should take care of myself. That, my readers, is called confusion.

And you know what's worse? At this moment when I'm supposed to be working, I keep getting all sorts of thoughts about other things that make for perfect blog topics. In case you haven't noticed, this is my fourth blog of the day ... and counting. Epiphanies seriously come at the most inconvenient times. Luckily, I type just about as fast as I think. Sometimes I just wish that someone would pay me to write my blogs. Do you know how successful I'd be? 4 pieces a day ... hmm, who's hiring me?

Frick'n A. You guys are gonna get tired of me pretty soon here.