At Club 1830 I met Julius Caesar

I'm feeling lethargic, disinterested, unmotivated, disillusioned, hopeful but not expectant, and wishing that this weather would start to feel more like June for Christ's sake. I'm also feeling that I'm getting sick. I slept 10 hours today after being at work for nearly 30 hours total from Thursday through last night, but I've been averaging maybe six hours of sleep every night for the past week. No doubt that has contributed to my current under-the-weather state.

I'm feeling a great urge to isolate myself from people, and trying very hard to avoid doing so. The fact that I've been piled with so much work lately and then starting summer classes on Monday will certainly contribute to my unavailability to see many people. We'll see how this all pans out.

I have a feeling it's going to be a very interesting summer, one way or another.

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Really trying not to be disillusioned or discouraged, but that's incredibly difficult at the moment. I just feel like no matter what I do, nothing ever seems to go right or according to my plans. That's life I suppose, but it's not like things ever go slightly off course and then somehow end up fine. Things go totally off course and then I'm back to fucking square one.

I don't know why I'm investing effort into a blog entry about this, I should be perfectly accustomed to this seemingly inescapable aspect of my life.

Things.

Much is going on in the next few weeks.

Monday: Work.
Tuesday: Disneyland with Stephanie to check out the fireworks and the new Fantasmic
Wednesday: Work.
Thursday: Work.
Beyond that I'm not sure of my schedule yet, but I'm fairly sure that it shall consist of work, work, work.

Then next Monday I start summer school...Monday through Thursday, in the evenings. And work in the mornings. That is what my summer shall primarily consist of. Which I'm actually content with, because I feel like I need to keep busy.

What else...I'm going to watch American Dad with Antonio and Brittany. Excuse me.

Hmm.

I have a sneaky suspicion that things aren't going to work out in the manner I had originally planned.

Not that they're forever done for, but just maybe delaying themselves a bit. Which is unfortunate.