03/15/2011

I should be at work.  But… I’m not. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough to deal with it. Not having a schedule yet, not knowing what I’m really doing, not knowing anything. It’s too much bullshit. Not worth it. I rather starve to death than be there. I just can’t.

In other news.

Got a 93 on my take home exam for Biology. Woo.
My mouth still hurts from getting the tooth pulled Friday. It’s better than it was on Friday night. It got so bad, and coupled with the nausaeting side effect of the Vicoden, I was so miserable I just cried on and off for a bit. I can eat almost anything I want if I manage to cut it into small pieces. My jaw starts to ache after a while though. Only being able to chew on one side.

My father should be home soon. Time to listen to him bitch at me for not working. I expect some yelling. Okay, a lot of it.