You guys I’ve got a big problem. I can’t stop sleeping in. I woke up at 1 PM today. I went to bed around 11 PM. What is going on, is all I can say.
This is terrible because: I scheduled a phone screen with a recruiter for 1 today, and (I woke up somewhat after 1) it was just… I didn’t call them. So I’m literally technically a flake. I’ve missed three career development webinars which were all scheduled in the morning (on separate days) so far. This isn’t looking good. It’s kind of hilarious, actually. It’s a funny problem. I did… not discuss it with my doctor. Well, which one? I’m seeing a private doctor and she is waaaaaaay better than Kaiser’s doctor. (Replace “doctor” with the obvious specialist that would handle these sorts of problems (hint: brain problems).)
Ugh. I’m so tired of talking. Well she says like, exercise more, and she actually sat down and walked me through how to do that. Kaiser is like, Exercise more, and that’s it. She was like, well you can go on hikes, at least 3 miles a day, there’s lots of trails, it’s not as easy as it sounds, especially someone with such anxiety as yourself. She was so compassionate. If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area, have some money that you’re willing to part with, and need to see a specialist for brains, let me know and I’ll send you her link. Yes, I’m referring her. She’s that good. You can ask me for her price range, too.
I don’t think I should be doing any job interviews during the holidays AND without the experience I need for the job. This job required Flask development. It’s a micro-web framework API. Means making websites with like, Python or whatever. Big fat fucking title for such a simple thing. Aaanyway, Pinterest and like other big websites use Flask. Even THOUGH, I’m learning Django, which is another web framework API. Coding speak, coding speak, so cryptic.
I feel really bad I overslept, you guys. Even though it probably would’ve been another furious Indian recruiter. I find that Indian recruiters get really angry at you for some reason. I don’t like them. The angry one’s aren’t doing a good job with the… well I’m the one stereotyping, but the angry ones aren’t representing their kind well. Ugh. I probably shouldn’t go there.
I realize I’ve been weird to some of you in the past. Brain conditions are funny. They make you weird. Never mind the horror. But, as always, I love you, the audience, my readers, and I hope for many wonderful years of marriage. <3
Fuck, and I have to read ONE paper for my Python HW due Sunday (on top of the coding assignment), and I just can’t fucking read. What the f.
I thought scheduling it for 1 would give me time to wake up. I SLEPT IN PAST 1. Hahahahahaha oh gawd. Fuck me.
Ugh. Life is fucking shit. I just feel like swearing. It’s not actually fucking shit, UNLESS IT IS. Life can go eat a lobster. Raw. Raw lobster.
Can you tell I have nothing better to do?
Homework homework homework homework.
But somehow, at peace. Things falling apart, but at peace. Hmm. Maybe that’s a skill!
I’m thinking of sleeping with the window blinds open. Maybe that way natural sunlight will wake me up. I don’t know how my circadian rhythm got so fucked up. Hopefully exercise helps.
Tired of smashing keys on the keyboard,