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07 May 2004 @ 01:38 am
Status Report (standing on my head)  
Cigarettes: 15
Coffee: 5 large cups
Existential freak outs: 3, one of which resulted in me looking at plane tickets to New Orleans, and planning a life there as a pastry chef. Mmm beignets.
Shoe casualties: 1 -- I threw it across the room. It impaled itself on a standing lamp. It was a dying sneaker anyway.
Pens exploded in mouth: 1. My lips? Still with the blue.
Pages read: 527 of *class work*, and even more of research for my term paper.
Presentations given: One that doesn't even bear thinking of.
Hours of sleep the previous night: Five
Hours of sleep the night before that: Five and a half.
Brain: Mush. Gross, grey, oatmealey mush that is good for absolutely nothing.
Panic: Moderate. Only moderate. Really. I swear to God.
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: Untitled (How Does It Feel) - D'Angelo
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pure FORESHADOWING: big pimpin'nifra_idril on May 7th, 2004 01:13 pm (UTC)
Oh, it sure was me. And GOD, was that funny! I loved loved loved it! *loves you, even in your exhausted state*
Meret: complicatedmeret on May 7th, 2004 04:14 am (UTC)
Take deep breathes. *hugs*
pure FORESHADOWING: Clark RHPSnifra_idril on May 7th, 2004 01:10 pm (UTC)
*hugs back, breathing deeply*
celli on May 7th, 2004 10:03 pm (UTC)

Can I help?
pure FORESHADOWING: Niflet!nifra_idril on May 8th, 2004 01:42 am (UTC)
*hugs back* Aww! There's not much that can be done by anybody who isn't me, but thank you so much, honey! *loves you*