shit, shit shit.
Can't really apply for work (at least not most of the places I'd be applying to, for part-time work) without giving them an idea of when I'll be available.
Don't know when I'll be available until I have my schedule for this semester set, paid for, etc.
Can't pay for it until the bank credits the deposit I made a few days ago to my account.
They haven't done this yet.
Grrrr. I've got to stop listening to my mother when it comes to bank issues. "It's a cash deposit, they'll credit you immediately." No, no they won't. They'll take a few days like they always do, The deadline is today, which means whenever they get around to actually admitting I have the money, I'll have to re-register for classes as some of the ones I wanted will doubtless be full. My own fault for not depositing it earlier. Or, rather, my own fault for not paying it earlier so that when I took Nicole shopping for school clothes, I would have already had it out of the way rather than using that money and my parents reimbursing me. If my own incompetence has cost me a schedule that permits me to work 20-30 hours a week, I will be very irritated with myself.
My neck is very sore. I have also been feeling extraordinarily weak for the past few days, which bothers me. I've remembered to eat, I'm drinking my water, yet I feel sluggish and tired all the time. I've not taken my glucophage in a while, but that shouldn't be causing this - it hasn't in the past, at the very least. I almost passed out yesterday, which irritated the fuck out of me. I hate it when my body doesn't do what I want it to. I spend a lot of time hating my body due to this. It's mean. I also should have been on my rag over a week ago. Fittingly, it's not here yet. I hate you, body. I hope you die.
No, no, it stands. I hope you die. Then I can put my brain in a robot body. AND I WILL NEVER HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR FAILURE AGAIN. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH!