"i've started to get this feeling...

...that I'm totally, totally fucked."

I've spent the last three days lounging about, worrying about my life, hating one of my jobs and getting the feeling of Stockholm Syndrome with the other, being concerned about my social awkwardness, totally kicking ass on my grad school essay, which was fueled by me hating everyone for a few days, making tea to calm myself down, buying holiday socks, eating my feelings in sale M&Ms from Walgreens, and watching copious amounts of British sitcoms, in which I have learned that I am not alone when it comes to my pathetic life and my inner monologue is now in a British accent. Pretty successful few days, if you ask me.