hating, procrastinating

yeah, both. and for some unknown reason i burpuked about an hour and a half ago. it's ok though, i just swallowed it right back down. i think maybe it happened because i can't fucking handle writing about adoption or dying people any more, especially when i've had a recent taste for the mountain life - so this new taste of responsibility leads directly to the burpuking (there must be a better word for this) incident.

i owe two revised treatments in the morning - adoption and burger eating, the latter i'm saving for desert because it'll be fun, while the former is just work. and i technically don't owe anyone anything, but if i want anyone to owe me money, than i better give them a reason to pay me.

ugh. at least i have all of my recently-retrieved-from-tahoe cds to keep me company. maybe i'll just become a fucking cdj or something. does anyone know any places where people want to hear a bunch of depressing music all night?

ok, back to work.