noteworthy bourgeois

I'm crazy.  It's been official for some time now.  It wasn't any one thing that pushed me over, it just happened over time.  crazy people are effectively taking over the world.  It's like a pandemic, with more people falling prey to it's clammy clutches every day.

It could be you next.

I'm okay with it.  

I had an appointment with my shrink this morning.  He adjusted my meds, no big deal.

As I was getting ready for work I noticed that one of my pupils was bigger than the other.  

somehow I don't think this is a good thing.  I'm not entirely worried about it but I guess I will be if it doesn't correct itself soon.  kinda creepy.

In brighter news, I got an A in my business class.  I knew I would but it still makes me happy.

I have a cold.  My head is so congested I can't see straight.  I blow my nose every five minutes.  I sneeze every 15. 

I'm fucking miserable.

look, no hands...

There is absolutely no good reason I should still be up @ 4:30am, and no reason at all that I should be blogerating when I should be sleeperating.

I've been working on le business plan that will most certainly wow the granny panties off my professor (I'm pretty sure he wears women's garments under his clothes, he'll tell you it's for comfort but don't believe it.) and potential investors.  

It's actually pretty kick ass.  It's fun and interesting for a presentation if I do say so myself.  I have a partner but she hasn't done a lick of work on it.  okay, she did scribble down some notes, but since I already had all that info it wasn't helpful in the least.  So even though I should be annoyed that she hasn't done any work on our final project, I'm not.  

I'm not annoyed because I feel a sense of pride that "look mommy I can do it all by myself"... 

which is funny because my partner just happens to be my mother.