hi it's me

so apparently i subconsciously want to cut myself, because three times since thanksgiving have i sliced open the tips of my fingers...

1) at the airport i stuck my hand into my toiletry bag to get chapstick, instead finding my razor blade. blood started gushing, i had to get napkins at starbucks to wrap it, had to buy band-aids and neosporin, etc.

2) last week i was cleaning out my kitchen drain, and managed to rip open i think the same fingertip on the "jagged" edge of one of the drainage holes.

3) yesterday as i opened god-forsaken application materials from China, i managed to slice upon yet another fingertip on the letter opener.

classes/exams have been completed as of monday afternoon, and it feels kind of awkward not having anything hanging over my head. I've come into work the past few days, but i don't have any responsibilities tomorrow or friday other than eating and imbibing, i guess. i should go christmas shopping, but doing that yesterday only resulted in me buying myself two pairs of jeans and more socks. wunderbar.

with christopher all of the sudden in a bad mood about life, something rather atypical, i'm back to wanting to rant about hating life, hating boston, dropping out of grad school, etc. out of the kindness of my heart, however, i will spare you reader(s).

tonight we are going to white horse to celebrate lauren's bday (which happens over winter break when she is at home with no one to celebrate with), though not before going to some kind of holiday play at christopher's school he teaches at. i just CANNOT wait. i'm hoping one of the nun teachers asks me how i know him. "we are partners in sodomy" shall be my reply.

other than that i suppose i am looking forward to being home for xmas. minus the fact that my gifts to give suck on account of my being poor and i also will probably have too many structured days to see blah blah and so-and-so. VOM.

i just want to go to sleep. 45 minutes longer...