My manuscripts arrived today. All I want to do is work, but I will not have time until Monday morning. I’m just anxious to get started.

I have a lot of anxiety actually. I messed up my registration number for the dissertation credits I’m registered for as a class at the university. Now I have to go to campus and take care of it on Monday. I just don’t fucking care about all that crap anymore. All I did was type the instructor number incorrectly. The instructor could have emailed me when she saw me on the list instead of just reporting me as not attending. How bitchy is that?

In other news, I got fucked really good last night. Kissed, touched, rubbed, sucked, fucked, and licked/fucked. In that order. 🙂 I’ll let you guys guess who the lucky guy was.