i can't concentrate.
one of my friends is drifting away, and i'm running away from another one. yet i know i should let the first one go because she doesn't belong to me and she's not becoming a crack whore or anything. and i know eventually i'll come whimpering back to the second one. and, yes, whimper is probably the correct word to use.
so here i am, trying to do econ. trying not to think about other things, namely the aforementioned friends...
We have a tournament this weekend, i'm really anxious. i think you should understand by now my inability to concentrate. and sleep... I'm going to bed at like 2 or 3 every morning and waking up by 8. and i can't go back to sleep after that without waking up every 10 minutes and looking at the clock. and sighing. and burying myself back into my blankets. what's the deal.
A rabbi, and priest, and a minister walk into a bar. bartender says, "what is this? some kind of joke?"
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as i said to your away message...
i hope you're not running away from me, lindy. because i can run faster than you. :-D
mwahahahaha
kate
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