only Plurks once every two days, it seems. And his feet and arches are killing him. And his boyfriend is an emotionally stunted douchebag...

to do his Cultural Psychology readings. And then his Social and Developmental Psychology ones. And then his Politics ones. Sigh ... uni ...

to get at least one hour of sleep in if he wants to stay awake through the rest of the day (including the statistics lecture) ... =.=" FAIL.

leaving for uni in an hour and a half. Good GOD, that 7:41am bus had better not be filled with school children. Though it probably will be.

hopefully going to see The Fray and Secondhand Serenade in concert on 24 March ... unless the tickets sell out before Thursday afternoon ...

awake. A record half-hour of sleep. Not happy, Jan. Foregoing buying the textbook today, too tired. Might nap before I head off to Parra ...

still up at 4:02AM, when he needs to be up at 8:30AM for a long-ass day. On the upside, he got $200 from his Aunt as belated New Year money.

dancing tonight, blah. Might try to squeeze in a nap before I go ... God, I'm so fucking TIRED. Stupid fucked up sleeping patterns. Curses.

had the weirdest fucking dream last night, involving trains, lost bags, benches and geological deformities in the Earth's surface. Right ...

to go to sleep. Soon. But instead, he's going to cook the remaining take-away food from the Viet restaurant, eat it, then attempt to write.