I'm not sure why I bother writing here anymore. I don't have anything exciting to say. I blather on about how this sucks or that sucks or I'm not doing anything or I miss something. I wonder if it's even worth bothering with anymore. Part of this may be my grumpiness talking. That seems to be a pretty constant state lately. Some of this is hormonal and pain related I'm sure. Ugh, my chest is so sore. Toddlers do not make this any better.
I'm going to end up working alone tomorrow, watch. 10 hours alone SUCKS. You can't go anywhere without taking 4 toddlers with you. If you can't take them, you're trapped. I'm not a fan, but this will go well with the rest of my week.
Why am I even bothering with this, seriously? It's just another reminder of how I've wasted my life and how I'll continue wasting it all because I screwed myself over by not completing college at the right time and by my paralyzing fear of math thanks to having math teachers call me stupid and having an accountant for a father who tried to help me do math homework. I really hate myself for that. I'll never get out of this endless cycle of mediocrity because I can't follow equations that I will never use. Of course, that paper doesn't guarantee anything, either. Mediocrity may just be all I'm destined for. A rut of nothingness.
Cry more, I know. Whatever.
I'm disappointed my Pottermore email hasn't shown up yet. I registered and validated on the first day and I've yet to see hide nor hair of it. Getting impatient. I want in, dammit.