Home stretch

God I feel like shit. I just looked in the mirror and I look like Wolfy. I look like him to myself. I hope that doesn't continue. 'Cause really. Ugh. I'm grateful to him and all, but boy is fugly.
Oookay. Time to finish. Done is better than good. (Thanks, baby.)

EDIT: I found the pill bag! And there was one last Advil Cold & Sinus. I laughed with diabolical glee. I may be able to breathe soon, and my teeth may stop threatening to explode from the sinus pressure.

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20 years ago I...
1) barely existed
2) could fit in a candy box
3) was adorable

10 years ago I...
1) lived in a wonderful old Victorian house
2) Learned to procrastinate
3) Could play the piano.

5 years ago I...
1) was figuring out I was queer
2) was muthfuckin girly. no, really.
3) came fully out of anorexia and was mostly out of cutting

3 years ago I...
1) Started college
2) Slept with a girl (finally)
3) got my Xander kitten

1 year ago I...
1) was having a breakdown
2) was actively poly
3) was trying to get funding to go abroad

So far this past year I...
1) abused the internet
2) have had almost no sex
3) met the Liz, now one of my best friends

Yesterday I...
1) slept for five hours in the middle of the day
2) thought i was going to die
3) had a crying jag

Today I...
1) went to Yam's for lunch
2) Skipped a class
3) talked to my girl

Tomorrow I will...
1) Be done with school here
2) Book train to Paris
3) Do laundry

In the next year I will...
1) Finish my B.A. in French
2) Resume my tech job
3) Have lots of sex.

Reward time!

If I finish the last paper by ten I can go to RENT tonight. And Wednesday. . .ooooh Wednesday. Les filles du botaniste (lesbian movie!) and Transamerica are both in theaters here. And I'll probably pick something else that fits between the timeslots for those. Possibly V for Vendetta. I will sit in the movies all afternoon and evening, blissfully not having anything else to do and eating gummy candy. And quite possibly go out for sushi after that. DAY OFF, what?

*breathes* seven more pages. Well, six au moins. And then I can properly not give a good goddamn about the state of the house or the last time these jeans were washed. I can go have love and relaxation.