To do:

1. Sleep more.
There is no excuse or reason worth getting 5 hours of sleep a night, every night. I am a zombie. I can't live like this.

2. Get ahold of priorities, bitch.
Schoolwork: worth doing. Not at the expense of sleep, though. Too tired to do schoolwork, then stay up too late attempting to do schoolwork before giving up and going to bed to get another 5 hours of sleep. Repeat for three weeks.
Television: No. Bad Chloe. Do not watch tv before going to bed, the inevitable delay of sleep then happens.
Internet: e-mail only. No other sites. Blogger is acceptable, because I never update anyway, so won't take time away from sleep and schoolwork.

3. Remember: I can and will survive this semester. Do not because overwhelmed by sheer volume of homework and assignments-- one at a time, moron.

4. No reading before bed.
Hunger for written word that does not involve tangent planes and directional derivatives, or Newtons, or mechanisms and how to obtain a nuclear magnetic resonance spectrum (I hate NMR. I always worry I'm going to knock over the $350,000 machine when I climb up on that wobbly stepstool) will lead to staying up too late. It's been proven. Don't be such an idiot slacker.

5. No social life for the next few weeks. If thinking of all the stuff you need to do makes you hyperventilate, the time has come to just get the shit done and forget the rest for a while. Also, it's because of those douchebags I call friends that I'm still up, enabling me to get another 5-hour-nights of sleep. Love you, bitches!

Tomorrow:
1. Do not fall asleep at work. Well, maybe at lunch, but that's it.

2. Sleep. Then do schoolwork. Do not turn on tv. Ne regarde pas des romans.

Tonight:
1. Take shower. No way in hell I'll be getting up early enough to shower tomorrow morning before work.

Boo! Did I scare ya?

Hi all. Still alive, just very, very busy. And not with interesting things that are worthwhile to blog about (jesus, I just used “blog” as a verb).
I mean, unless you want more entries about sleep deprivation and too much homework, and then cramming in even more paid work on top of that, those make for great reading!
What? More entries about sleep deprivation? But I’ve done so very many... a search for the word “tired” on my old diaryland account yields 17 entries. A search for “sleep” gives up 21 (there are some repeats). I really should not read old entries on there, because then I want to delete them all. Gah. Also, at one point I write ‘fucking’ like f***ing. Now I use the word fucking as much as I possibly fucking can. Then, I had a somewhat legitimate (well, I didn’t use it very often, anyway) reason to pop it out, and I passed it by with the use of asteriks! The shame!

I guess I’ll include one little short work cameo—I had an old man come through my line Tuesday evening, wearing a South Park hat! Awesome. He even watches the show, and his grandchildren bought him the hat—I find that charming. Apparently he gets a lot of negative comments from people about the hat, which makes me say, “take that dildo out of your ass, conservative Missourians, and let old men wear South Park hats!” In fact, MAKE them wear South Park hats.
I admit it—that whole section was just so I could tell conservative people to take dildos out of their asses. Désolé. Et au revoir, mes amis. I have stuff I need to do, regardless of whether I have the time, desire, or energy to do them.