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99 Bottles of Beer On the Wall...

...Wait what comes after that I don't even know

Well yes I do. But less than ten seconds into saying it I'll lose all motivation, concentration, and/or attention and flop over like a whale or something. Then I'll stare at the ceiling and wonder how to get my life back.

I'm using today's post as a list of things I have to do. Everyone ready?

Gaia commission (about a month late now)
15-20 page paper for Satire (due in 9 days)
2-3 page paper for Art History (forgot to turn in subject til today; due in 9 days)
Read Gargantua and Pantagruel (due by finals)
Work for my job (about a month late, this is ridiculous)
Get to Spencer's and get a retainer so I can make my parents slightly less angry about my lip piercing
Go out with E for a chocolate martini (this will make me SO HAPPY)
Work on drawing homework sketches (due Tuesday)
Art History Exam (Monday- totally forgot about it til JUST NOW, shit shit FUCK.)
Eventually work on my own art and make steampunk jewelry and hair accessories and start that webcomic I've been meaning to do since 2002.


So far what I have done today:

Started the first sentence for both papers, bought a copy of G&P that may arrive after finals, accidentally slept in, and.... I read some webcomics?

Shit what is wrong with me.



Eden.

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