that kind of week...

or two really...

so it's only tuesday, and i feel as though i've run a week long marathon with no sleep.
you know those days, weeks, months, times in general when every little thing goes wrong, and though after the first few things happen you shouldn't be surprised anymore, but still get extremely pissed and frustrated when they continue to snowball? that's where i'm at right now. i have bashed my knees, toes and now my thumb multiple times within the past few hours, and it's the most infuriating pain! i just want to scream curses and throw shit when it happens, but that would be irrational, and if i give it time, the pain passes. being tired reduces what little patience i already have.

i should be putting laundry away right now. after all that's what i came in here to do. i haven't put laundry away in two or three weeks. i just wash stuff, fold and put it in the laundry baskets, and then riffle through it when i need something. not the most efficient, nor organized of methods, that's for sure.

alright, well, since i'm as tired as i am, i think i'm going to take advantage of not having to get up early tomorrow and go ahead and hit the sack.

night all...
=e