the Dalaverse

Bleah. I woke up too early this morning -- before 7 -- and now I'm tired, but not tired enough to get back to sleep. And I have to work at noon. I hate working retail, but I really hate working retail during the holidays, and I really really hate working retail on Christmas Eve, which I will be doing tomorrow. And it's a Sunday. I also hate working on Sundays. It does a really scary thing to me. See, the reason I hate working Sundays is because neither of my parents ever do, so I get all bitter and resentful, and this manifests itself as a bizarre Church Lady persona who's secretly muttering "why aren't you heathens in CHURCH" at every customer who walks through the door from 9 to 2. Yeah, I know that's absurd. So I figure it being Christmas Eve will only compound the problem.

Other than that, things have been...meh. I'm still pretty bummed out in general, and now deeply anxious over the TAMU application I finally sent in and the five other applications that need to be done. I don't think January's going to improve much. Haven't been around on LJ, except for short bursts, due to not feeling very fannish or social. No more random crying jags, just lethargy. I don't have much energy for anything really, including going to the gym which I really meant to and really need to do. Oh well, I'll be walking for seven hours today.

Okay, in order to end on a slightly less emo/Eyeore note: look at this lovely icon pseudoblu made me! ::pets it:: And a merry Christmas Eve's Eve to all.