My nails are naked

I have been so tired lately from getting up before the crack of dawn that I haven't had the energy to blog. I'm also busy testing if my 15 hour makeup is still on at the end of my 14-16 hour day, eating dinner like an old person at 4:30 in the afternoon, and stalking the one single man who works in my school. It's not yet 11pm, but it's waaay past my bedtime. And I don't want to go to bed yet because just like when I was a kid, I don't want to go to bed if I haven't had my quota of fun for the day. Today I am meeting that quota by rebelliously staying up late, eating chocolate, and possibly painting my nails if I don't fall asleep first.

So while I'm still awake, here's what's on my mind: I'm sick of potholes. I feel that I may need to start wearing an extra bra when driving if we do not fill these holes soon. My "g" key doesn't type easily at all, and it's pissing me off--especially that I can't even write pissing without pounding that key! If chocolate were single and ready to mingle, I would set it up with hazelnut because they're a match made in heaven. Also, I would warn chocolate not to even think about hooking up with orange because no good can come from chocolate and orange together. My "9" key doesn't work much better than the "g" key. I don't need it nearly as often, but knowing that it sticks pisses me off too! A lot of things are pissing me off this week, and I think it's because I stopped taking the pill. I took it for emotional reasons, and I just wanted to take a break and re-evaluate if I still need it. Turns out I do because I get effing mad about nothing or cry myself to sleep without it.

I don't know what to wear tomorrow. My supervisor is coming to observe me teach, and I'm supposed to look smashing so that lone single guy can finally ask me out. Ok, now I'm sleepy. And I didn't even paint my nails...