Some days, it's more important to say Fuck It.

My girl should still be up studying, but Fuck It.

Big science test tomorrow. Struggled through math.

It gets to a point where she needs to learn that her success in these things rides on her effort, her concentration, and her desire to excel.

I don't know if any of those things are natural to her. I know they weren't for me, I had to learn the hard way and am still learning. So, there ya go.

Fuck It.

I have so many projects to work on but - you guessed it.

I'm so tired and burned and peeling and stupid right now. Best if I go and leaf through a magazine in bed. I get a few, did it to sustain my air milage on a few airlines. Dumbest thing ever, but it is what it is.

I went back to the La Mer today. Noticed some rather disturbing spontaneous bruising, and read that is a side effect of the silvadene. I needed it, but am now really just trying to heal this skin. I'd rather go slow (and at $150/oz., it had better hurry up!!!) and use something that is not detrimental to my health. I mean, do I want to get cancer from that crap???

Riiiiiight.

Dizzy. Exhausted. Frustrated. But, I made a killing goulash tonight, and had some cake and frozen yogurt with my lady. I shouldn't, but I did, and it was awesome. So, there ya have it.