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Nov. 17th, 2006 06:45 pmI woke myself up at 9am. I have felt like shit all day. Can I take a nap to sleep this off? Go for a walk, get some fresh air, some coffee, some hot food?
No. I've been sitting here waiting for the warranty people to come and pick up my laptop. I have a headache, and I miss Ashley. Can I call her? Of course not - her phone is in my room. Can I go over and see her? Of course not, I have to wait in for the warranty man! Well surely I can talk to her on msn? Oh no, she doesn't have the internet in her new room!
I feel lonely, and miserable, because I have spent all day subsisting on toast and tea and the bastards haven't even had the decency to call and say "sorry, looks like we are't going to get to you today".
I had to go home early from a great party because I knew I'd have to get up at 9; even so I feel sleep deprived and miserable. But if I nap I might sleep through the arrival of the magical laptop-fixers. Oh, grow up, Emma. As if they're coming now! Go out! Do something! Make the rest of your evening, today can still be good! Oh no, that's right. You feel like shit now, because you've been sitting doing nothing in this bloody room all day. You don't feel like doing anything except killing time until bedtime, when you can sleep this whole bloody day off and hopefully feel good again in the morning.
Wankers.
No. I've been sitting here waiting for the warranty people to come and pick up my laptop. I have a headache, and I miss Ashley. Can I call her? Of course not - her phone is in my room. Can I go over and see her? Of course not, I have to wait in for the warranty man! Well surely I can talk to her on msn? Oh no, she doesn't have the internet in her new room!
I feel lonely, and miserable, because I have spent all day subsisting on toast and tea and the bastards haven't even had the decency to call and say "sorry, looks like we are't going to get to you today".
I had to go home early from a great party because I knew I'd have to get up at 9; even so I feel sleep deprived and miserable. But if I nap I might sleep through the arrival of the magical laptop-fixers. Oh, grow up, Emma. As if they're coming now! Go out! Do something! Make the rest of your evening, today can still be good! Oh no, that's right. You feel like shit now, because you've been sitting doing nothing in this bloody room all day. You don't feel like doing anything except killing time until bedtime, when you can sleep this whole bloody day off and hopefully feel good again in the morning.
Wankers.