when it rains it pours.

i'm sick. and irritated.
and i really, really need a digital camera. like this one. too much of my life is being passing by undocumented.

my mysteriously scratchy throat erupted into a sneezy, runny, shivery flu today. and a face-melting headache. so even if i wanted to be fun and feisty after school, my poor work-shocked body tumbled into bed and under the covers with no hopes of getting up soon. miserable.

my job in durand (which is now OVER) has yet to be fruitful. i am watching the bills come in and the withdrawls rapidly exiting my bank account, and still there is no check in my mailbox to deposit IN to my bank. i am constantly befuddled by the people who are in charge in this world. apparently things like making schedules, giving raises, and writing checks are among the most difficult tasks in the world. on the contrary, it seems that the easiest tasks in the world are to say or write things like, "you will be paid in march" or "your raise will be on your next paycheck." man, do i have the wrong job.

so i am quite disgruntled tonight. work is harder than i remembered. all of my happy, carefree thoughts have been swallowed by my busy, frustrated thoughts. my under-eye circles, which faded to a tolerable dove gray over spring break, have returned to their murky-violet selves. my skin, which had been lovingly scrubbed, moisturized, and pampered has immediately turned sallow and lifeless. my nose is hot and runny. my throat is swollen and sore. my eyes burn. my hair got hailed on.

64 days and 15 hours until summer.
until then, it's desperate survival mode.