a Journey

considering I have to rise in a measly 6 hours, I should be plopping myself on the bed. but no, I can't. Maybe I'll be able to do so after this. I hope. Cos I so do need those 6 hours for tmr's last stages of panic and flurry. So the paper's due at 5p.m and we've yet to settle the APA style much less print anything decent. If the toners in school were to cough and splutter on me tmr, I'll end my wheezing life together with theirs. Darn toners. We should start a trust fund for the impoverished computer labs. We pay school fees, miscellaneous fees, union fees, coffee fees. fees and more fees and yet we don't have functioning printers. somehow, I wonder if a last minute crash course would help me see the light. BUT. the thot was amazingly sweet. and since life is already the way it is, no point trying to aid it in becoming bleaker/greyer/hazier. so right here and now, I am thankful for: erdinger black; girlfriends who sell out to make-up on a solo shopping spree ;); a god-brother who looks like a shaolin monk ( i've never been stuck between screaming and laughing before); brothers who open the drink cans for me and let me use their mobile plans upgrade to get a mobile which makes complete sense in my flighty world; a new truckload of chocs in the fridge; and a promised day out (though i don't know if i can afford the time. another story for another day). there, maybe, this will aid the sleep.