motherfucking time, it’s always running out.
every day: seconds, minutes, hours…they go by so god damned fast. and there is absolutely nothing i can do about it. i’m spending every waking hour scrambling to get shit done and i’m still falling short. something is always left out, forgotten, rescheduled or cast aside. and it drives me insane. i can’t help it, but i really do fucking need at least 36 hours in a day. nevermind using that time to get any so-called “sleep”; i just need that time to get all the shit that i need to get done to make my life run somewhat non-disastrously done.
meh.
i’ve already been working for over 12 hours today. this does not include all the various evil commute time that factors into my workdays — which, the midget so gleefully pointed out, is mostly made up of me wasting away while waiting for various forms of public transit that never arrive on time (those bastards).
just…i mean…god, what does a girl have to do to get more time around here? do i take up meth and give up any pretense of sleep entirely (which would probably do wonders for the size of my ass)? do i just pretend that i don’t have a zillion responsibilities? do i give up all that shit that eats up so much of my time every day, like showering, putting on clean clothes, digging up food? i just don’t fucking know anymore…
eh…fuck it…now i get to go wait for the bus yet again, only this time: i’m bringing work home with me! yippee…
