Divisions and Precisions

Fuck.

5:30 am. I'm awake. Still. Did I write my paper? No. Did I start it? No. What the fuck is wrong with me? I sat here all day like a huge lump, when I wasn't sleeping on the couch. Is this depression again? I don't know for sure. I think it's a big delayed funk from losing my job and missing people I shouldn't be missing.

I think I'm going to have to email my prof and beg for mercy, then spend the weekend pulling myself back together. This up until sunrise every night shit has to STOP. And I, uh, NEED to start going to class again. Jesus. Did I mention my apartment's a mess right now too? I know if I can get the apartment cleaned, that'll make a huge difference here.

Writing? Oh yeah. Need to do that too. Fuck, I want my laptop back.