Why Oh Why

Let me start this off by saying two things:

1. My glasses are MIA.
2. I've only had 5 hours of sleep in the past 40 hours.

This wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have so much to do, but unfortunately I have 6 more short stories to write, 16 short articles I need to type back up thanks to a power loss, and 75 more short articles I need to pump out in a very short period of time -- all for a rather small amount of money that I desperately need due to personal circumstances.

I had to change my screen resolution to 800x600 and I still couldn't see anything so the monitor is now literally 4 inches away from my squinty eyes and scowling face, and I'm sure it's not having any more fun that I am having to deal with words, paragraphs, and sites that were complete and happy not even 6 hours ago.

Everything has been working against my completion of my projects today, from my body resisting sleep thanks to too much caffeine, through a sudden an unexpected snow storm, and to my subsequent loss of my vision correctional lenses, which I need to do something as simple as getting a glass of water. I would just lie in bed and wish it all away if I were not absolutely dependent on finishing my work, which my significant other seems to be bent on keeping me from completing because he will not leave me alone.

Two good things came of today:

1. I got to watch a live competitive match of my favorite online game at 5 in the morning while I tried to fight off the shakes.
2. The largest amount of snow to hit Virginia in a few years has come down and I got the privilege of getting to lie down in it and stare into the gray sky.

I could go into an entire monologue on both subjects but I'll try to resist the temptation and just tell you that if it were not for those two events, I would have sworn off life altogether today and jumped in front of a passing truck.

I realize that most of these are rather long sentences, especially the one above, but I can't help reading them back to myself in a silly British accent and feeling like a real professional despite not being a professional at anything besides being a jerk. Here's a picture of the whiny and irritating Vietnamese man I live with.