Toga Times Three

Tonight was the third night I've worn a toga. Wow. I'm really glad I just typed that sentence. Also, I went to safeway after (and during) said instance of toga wearing to buy the most magnifcent of all drinks: Eggnog. That is right. And I imbibed the Eggnog on public transportation in the thrice worn toga and it was glorious. These are reasons why my life is still worth living. Just checking. I need hugs. Hugs from boys, hugs from girls. Hugs from family and friends. Also cookies. Goodness, I'm tired. 

Not feelin' it

So, i think this post is different than my usual whiney rant. Or maybe not but, whatever. Nothing is wrong. It was my birthday on wednesday. I'm no longer a teenage dirtbag, baby. I'm doing okay in my classes, I think. I haven't been fired yet. That's pretty much where I'm at. I'm pretty sure I'm just not getting out of bed. Maybe not going to school for a few days will make me feel better. Oh, who am I kidding? I know I'll just drudge, drudge, drudge until December 20th. Oh well, only 44 for more days. And even less than that because of Thanksgiving break and furlough days. Yay