fuck 2:34 a.m.
im missing you @ 2:34 a.m. on 2003-02-24
Two hours and thirty four minutes into today...
and I already despise the fact that I'm living.
I need sleep. I'm dying.
I hate pressure.
I hate that there is only twenty four hours in a day...
I hate that 8 of those hours should be devoted to sleep, another 10 to school. What can one do with 6 hours in a day?
I'm sick.
[birthday sucks ass continuum]
It is now 6:47 a.m.
I was in bed at 4:30 after a night/morning of MORE things that went wrong.
I now am back three days for this video that it would have been nice to have to its' owner TODAY. No question, no stretching...it HAS to be done by tomorrow morning at 7:30 a.m.
One thing that I have lucked out on this birthday is MONEY.
Mrs. Susan and Rachel gave me $100 bucks yesterday. And I have a ton of birthday cards that I opened that ranged from $15 to $30.
If only money could buy happiness...