NaBloPoMo Day Thirteen: Race Against the Time!

Shit! It's 11:41 p.m. and there's no blog post! There's no blog post! Shit, I'm a failure! This is a race against time, my friends, to see if I can come up with some anecdote or ailment to describe in a one to two paragraph allotted space and I am at a loss. I've spent all day with people. And now, I am finally alone. After this post is written, I'll climb into my bed, unwashed, and I shall sleep away the follies and toils of the day. But until then... There's nothing.

Sigh. I was upset most of this day because Diantha put her plans with Frankie before the plan she and I have had for almost every Tuesday since the beginning of school that I would come over to her house since it was the only option I had. She's taking the fact that Justin is always available for granted. What if he hadn't have been here? What then would I do? Go hang out with them, for surrre. I would have had to beg a ride out of someone. It just frustrates me. Then again, I wonder if she even recognizes that I come over on Tuesdays. Probably not.

What happened today? Things. My friends had a picnic while I moped, because I felt left out, because they first didn't wait for me and second forgot the salad I'd asked for, and then the Boyfriend was mad at me for being mad at them, which only made me mad at him, too. By art class, the only thing I wanted to do was nothing. I didn't even want to do art. I'm burned out on drawing and being sociable. I think I've begun to shut down internally.

Anyway. I'm going to bed now.