Knowing that I'll be waking up early tomorrow to no transport and will have to lug my obese ugly self to meet a bunch of skinny pretty people whom I have had to see every weekday for the past 20 weeks, tomorrow, being the first day of my holiday, is definitely going to suck.
Of course it wouldn't suck if my back wasn't hurting or if my right leg wasn't strained or if I were taller and perhaps prettier and smarter, but of course God doesn't want me to win.
God just wants to kill me off but he doesn't want to look like he was being unreasonable so he's making my life so goddamn unbearable and hoping I'll off myself so it'll seem like I gave up instead. I don't know if I should just give the divine being what he wants and seem like the bad guy, or if I should soldier and attempt to beat the odds and suffer for eternity.
Between the devil and the deep blue sea.
I don't want to sleep now because I am so convinced that tomorrow is going to suck.
That's been the trend for the past semester no matter how hard I try to be optimistic, so how can tomorrow be any different.
And blogger on blackberry sucks.
Indeed.