Fucked

I'm actually so tired. I don't normally blog twice in the same day, this is a very magical moment indeed!

I don't know what I was thinking 7 hours ago. I actually had this preconception that I could do my college work when I got home from work. But sure now I have the concentration levels of my dog lying upside down on the floor. I'll never get it done, but I could lie and say I did it, but I was so exasperated leaving the house that I forgot my brain. I can't seem to concentrate on a portfolio assignment, yet I can throw together a useless myspace survey. Funny the way things work.

Fibbers tomorrow night! I'm looking forward to it...well, I am and I'm not. They'll both be there and they know I'm coming. It'll be shit if one sees me with the other, even though I've explained on countless occasions that I'm not into a one person thing. Ah, I'll work something out.

I really should go to bed now, but I know I'll stay on MSN til at least 1.