Stupid Monday.

I woke up, feeling sore and exhausted. I was tossing and turning all night. Which blows. Because I am so freaking tired. I need a giant latte.
My room is an absolute disaster. And I'm not going to clean it.
I really really really really want a job as a CNA.
I have cuts, scrapes, and sunburns.
My hair is a mess.
I miss Dave.
I hate weddings. I hate them. Don't ever have one. I won't go.
(That was passive aggressive. I actually love weddings. Just planning one is stressful)
I'm jealous of all of my friends having babies. They're so cute. I want one, except I don't. Because they're fun until they start crying. So I'll stay baby free for now. Maybe in five or so years, I'll be up for the responsibility.
I don't want to get dressed this morning.
I have so much homework I'm drowning.
I don't want to go to class. But I'm going to go anyway.
I'm really grumpy.
Florence and The Machine Makes it alright.
Ah poop. I have work tonight.

Stupid Monday....