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*goes to sleep*

wah. i'm at work in 5 minutes. i don't wanna be. my leg hurts! i'm tired!! and i forgot half my school stuff at home. i wanna go back to bed for an hour.


in other news, i met my cousin kim for the first time in ages. (her dad died 15 years ago and her mom was against her coming to see family, so now that she's at western ky, she came by to say hello.) so i was like, hey, i have friends at your school. max meiners.... for one. she goes, max? he's an ra in my building.

see my jaw drop. small world, people. small world. so, max, if you read this and see kim harrington any time soon, that's my cousin. say hi.

ah. 3 minutes til work. meh. i'm still sleepy.

goodbye all...

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fuck her.

i don't need another guilt trip just because my leg is acting freaking insane. really. i haven't been able to walk for the past 5 or six days. and, because you paid me twenty dollars to wash and dry a load of clothes, you expect me to feel bad because i've been just a bit sidetracked?? i'm sorry, there's this whole thing called WALKING that i haven't been able to do. i came home from a dinner because my leg hurts so badly.

i really am sorry. but when i stop driving, can't get into a seat without almost crying, skip all three classes today because it hurt to move... how in the hell am i supposed to care about walking down into the basement to put a load of clothes in the dryer?

i'm in so much pain, i don't even care that my hours have been cut down to 11. 66 fucking dollars a week. i can care less right now because of it.