I really wish I could just sit around, watch t.v., and get some errands/chores done. I’m tired, I don’t have school, and have a thousand and one projects that are half finished. That’s not in the cards for me, however, because I’m working. Again. For the umpth day straight, in order to save up for a car. Which, by the way, I seem to be failing at as I watch my bank account balance stay around the same place it somehow always gets back to. I’m sick of trying so hard, feeling like nothing actually comes from it.

There’s so much on my plate, I don’t know how I’m going to finish all of it before I get so full I’m sick.