I’ve tried. I’ve tried to help you. I’ve told you what works and what doesn’t. I gave you numbers. I helped proofread for you. I helped you know what to say.
The least you could do is say thank you instead of moaning over how a no answer would ruin your life. I at least helped you get this far.
I am going to do nothing today. My day begins when I go to Wal-Mart to collect the supplies for my lazy day (food [which requires no effort], a $5 DVD, a sketchbook, and maybe some pictures for my desk).
And then I am going to plop in front of the TV all evening doing absolutely nothing.
Heavens I love lazy days.
I read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath today. I can relate to the downward spiral of craziness and the way that she tries to rationalize it. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that.
I can’t answer the phone all bored and depressed. I need ways to make my desk feel like home and to make me happy. I used to have an idea of how to do that, but I don’t know anymore. =/ Maybe I’ll bring in a picture today, I don’t know.
