I'm very frustrated with everything that's going on. I think I've counted five...? Yes five.

Then there are these lovely finals coming up, which I'm really not worried about at all. There is this annotated biliography that I'm not too stoked about doing because of my complete lack of clue as to what I actually have to do. It's due tomorrow... and I detest my professor.

Last night when coming up my front porch after work, I slipped on the ice, fell down 4 steps and landed on the right side of my hip. I have bruised the hip bone.

I want to talk to Steph... but I don't want to burden her. She's really my closest friend, but we seem to be drifting apart. I'm afraid I've done something. I love her dearly and I hope she realizes that.

I scraped my hand up pretty nicely at work.

I really don't know if I have enough money to make my Mastercard payment AND this month's car payment. My next car payment is due in 12 days.

When Jesse schedules me at work, he tends to schedule me when I have class, making me scramble, beg, and plead for someone to take my shift.

I never seem to be getting enough sleep anymore.

Hm, it's seems I've got 99 problems and my bitch IS one....

I wish I could fall off the face of the earth for a little while. Maybe if I get a little bit of time to think it will get all better? Eh whatever. The Thursday concert with Zavy was AMAZING. The last set was so touching I almost cried. My mouth was agape the entire time and I wouldn't be surprised that I looked like a complete tool.

I've got to try with my essay. I'll be heading out now.