Stressed

My life seems to swing from one extreme to the other. I am either carefree and happy, or I am so stressed that being a hermit sounds like the only good alternative to dealing with my problems.

I don't really feel like rehashing it all right now, but a quick overview seems in order. My apartment is a mess and will take about three full days of non-stop cleaning to fix. I have to work for the next two days, but I have Sunday off. I won't even touch my personal life at the moment because... well, let's just leave that be. Several of my friends need good sound beatings with my beating stick. And last, but not least, I am sick. Again.

yeah, that about covers my life right now. They say that laughter is the best medicine, so hopefully, I will spend a good portion of tonight laughing for one reason or another.

Tonight, Skye is picking me up from work. That means that most likely, I won't get home til around 10:45 P.M. because Skye seems to have this uncanny knack for not getting me home from work til around 2 hours after I leave work. Don't ask me how he manages it, because I still can't figure that out.

Music: None
Mood: Stressed