...how much Adderall are you on right now?
At that point? Way too much. And it extended into the night so I had to smoke in the hopes it would counterbalance the effect and I'd go to sleep. It counterbalanced my lack of appetite. That was about it.
I am not in evidence class but I am sick as a dog trying to a put a final project together that's massive and it's late and I am getting docked 5% for every day it's late.....this sucks major derriere. Perfect timing to be sick.
Feel better Puck. Hope you did well on the project. I went through the same thing last year when I wrote a brief, I took the half a grade penalty because I knew the difference in 16 hours was going to be a excrement product as opposed to something that could still fetch me a B.
Christmas Cards are just so damn impersonal. They're like an even less personal precursor to the narcissism of Facebook, which I've been guilty of in the past: "here's how awesome my family is. If you're not us, feel bad about yourself!" I actually considered it relatively harmless until I heard about a neighbor of mine growing up. Her husband is well known and loved, so they get tons of Christmas cards every year. Hundreds. Their son suffered from mental illness and took his own life last year. For her, the act of opening cards was too much and too painful. There were absolutely no personal messages, which is normal, but not one "Sorry this must be tough", etc. Again, not something anyone does. It was all smiling Christmas card photos of happy families all together and they just reminded her of how broken hers is. I'd imagine that happens to a lot of people. They get those cards showing everything all merry and bright with no personalization and it's a reminder of how much worse off they are.
So yeah. freak Christmas cards. At least Facebook doesn't force itself into your mailbox.
That's terrible. People not having basic sense of empathy for others is why we can't have nice things. I use a photo of my dog, nobody wants to see me anyway, but point well taken.
I have an annoyance. Italian mothers. Overbearing creatures they are. Don't get me wrong I love my mom but I'm getting hitched and you would not believe how personally she's taking it that she had no say in the venue or anything (my parents aside from the rehearsal dinner aren't spending a dime.) Every little thing is a slight. It's a major pain in the derriere. My parents really needed to have a daughter to keep this heat off of me.