Moping, as usual. What a surprise.

[chess]

I should have gone to sleep several hours ago.

I am dehydrated.

I suspect these are the two prime causes of my current mood, the rest being my utter ineptitude at life over the past couple of weeks, and the laziness and inertia that has stopped me doing anything useful this term.

Anyone found trying to justify my existance will be 'meh'ed at apathetically. I have come to the conclusion that telling me that I'm doing just fine is no good whatsoever and I need to be hit with sticks, or rather I needed to be hit with sticks about a week ago and now I just need to be shot, or generally put out of my misery.

There is a quarter-full glass of water on my desk, and I have no recollection of how it got there. My glasses are normally quite hidden away, too.

I could really, really do with a spare week to be inserted in time about now.

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[naath.livejournal.com]

*hits with sticks*

But there's SNOW how can you mope?

[chess]

Because my sheer ineptitude at this 'life' thing is really getting on my nerves. Normally snow would indeed cheer me up, but today I only think of the way it's going to be really cold and the busses will have an excuse to be running entirely out of order.

I really am quite hopeless. (And now I've slept and had some water, so it's not just that.)

[naath.livejournal.com]

Awww *hugs*