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[yuuago]

I'm sick of everything. I'm tired, and I'm frustrated, and I'm cranky, and I'm sick of people telling me to do things, or expecting me to entertain them, or needing me to do things for them. I don't want to do anything. I don't even have the energy to do things that I want to do. So fuck 'em all.

I really wish I could go on vacation to Victoria again this year. It'd be nice. Last year was extremely relaxing, and I want that again. But all of my vacation time is going to the trip in September, and I wouldn't be able to justify it.

Next year, I'll have three weeks of vacation instead of just two. So maybe I'll do that. Go there for a week, and then do the trip to Chicago that I'm planning.

I'm just so damn tired.



On the upside, I read a bit more of Jonathan Strange and Mister Norrell yesterday at lunch and have concluded that the problem I had with paying attention probably wasn't the book itself. It's just that I've been trying to read it while exhausted. Because I was able to pay attention just fine when I was wide awake.

Looking forward to the World Cup, though unfortunately I'm going to miss most of the matches since they're in the daytime. Except on weekends. Oh well, should be fun. Maybe I'll take up knitting again so that I can have something to do with my hands while I watch it... I've been neglecting that. Anyway, we're doing a pool at work; teams are assigned randomly and whoever draws the team that wins the cup is going to bring home $1600. :D This works out conveniently, because I had no idea who to cheer for this year. Problem solved!