School. *sigh*
Aug. 23rd, 2004 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusI know I've been up all night, so I'm going to see the downside of things just because I'm tired.
I know that since WG's mom and my stepmom both have cancer, I'm going to be feeling sort of low.
I know that since WG is fragile, flipping out over little things and otherwise just not himself, I'm going to be a little less than chipper, eh?
I know that I'm depressed because WG is out of work and worrying about how he can afford to fly down if something happens to his mom. His bleak, "If it were stage IV cancer then it would be time to break out the death-suit" doesn't exactly lift one's mood.
I know that I'm feeling a little bummed out because our usual happy-go-lucky weekend chat was not so happy-go-lucky, right at a time I wanted/needed some happy-go-luckyness. Badly.
But things aren't looking good at the moment for the financial aid, without which I won't be able to go back to school this fall. Last year I knew on August 8th. It's August 23rd, and there's still no word.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with the irrefutable proof that the world is completely fucked. *nods*
ETA: Is there something you can do, you ask?
Why, yes!
Write me porn. Lots and lots of porn. Entertain me. *cracks whip* Dance, dance, I say! Give me recs. Write glowing reviews of my stories. Anything. Anything at all.
I know that since WG's mom and my stepmom both have cancer, I'm going to be feeling sort of low.
I know that since WG is fragile, flipping out over little things and otherwise just not himself, I'm going to be a little less than chipper, eh?
I know that I'm depressed because WG is out of work and worrying about how he can afford to fly down if something happens to his mom. His bleak, "If it were stage IV cancer then it would be time to break out the death-suit" doesn't exactly lift one's mood.
I know that I'm feeling a little bummed out because our usual happy-go-lucky weekend chat was not so happy-go-lucky, right at a time I wanted/needed some happy-go-luckyness. Badly.
But things aren't looking good at the moment for the financial aid, without which I won't be able to go back to school this fall. Last year I knew on August 8th. It's August 23rd, and there's still no word.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with the irrefutable proof that the world is completely fucked. *nods*
ETA: Is there something you can do, you ask?
Why, yes!
Write me porn. Lots and lots of porn. Entertain me. *cracks whip* Dance, dance, I say! Give me recs. Write glowing reviews of my stories. Anything. Anything at all.
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Re: Umm... I've never tried this before, so you'd better stand back.
Date: 2004-08-24 01:14 am (UTC)Oh Icarus, I'm sorry you're low. Though such a story should cheer anyone up. I'll be looking for your stories now to write glowing reviews, because I'm bad at writing smut, couldn't measure up with this anyway, and I'm a Snupin shipper.