La fille au rasoir.
Sucks to be anyone interacting with me after a morning of insufficient sleep. Not that I want to be all snide, surly and godforsaken cranky (though it's frightfully delicious at this very point), it's just not very pretty being on the receiving end I imagine.
So it's 4am, and I'm running on a 2 hour barely-there nap. Driving at 1 (which as of this point is doomed to be cancelled), overnight dvd to rush through; bloody resume attachment to churn out. Essay draft due with a fuckload more research pending and 1001 books on Indonesia (?!) to thumb.
Hols are ending, and I don't feel like I've gotten anywhere. I want to be held and left alone all at the same time.
I feel like kicking babies.
On another note, Coffee and Cigarettes beats Mystic River and Taking Lives hands down. Go figure.
***
How empty of me, to be so full of you.
Sucks to be anyone interacting with me after a morning of insufficient sleep. Not that I want to be all snide, surly and godforsaken cranky (though it's frightfully delicious at this very point), it's just not very pretty being on the receiving end I imagine.
So it's 4am, and I'm running on a 2 hour barely-there nap. Driving at 1 (which as of this point is doomed to be cancelled), overnight dvd to rush through; bloody resume attachment to churn out. Essay draft due with a fuckload more research pending and 1001 books on Indonesia (?!) to thumb.
Hols are ending, and I don't feel like I've gotten anywhere. I want to be held and left alone all at the same time.
I feel like kicking babies.
On another note, Coffee and Cigarettes beats Mystic River and Taking Lives hands down. Go figure.
***
How empty of me, to be so full of you.
thus spoke Noelle at 9/29/2004 01:52:00 AM
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