Perfectly Imperfect

I had a whole long post typed up that basically just made me want to cry and be emo in a corner, but instead I'm just going to post a picture of Tom Hardy, because if I'm going to hate myself tonight, then I might as well hate myself while looking at some fucking pretty.

1. Woke up.
2. Went for an 8 1/2 mile run/walk/whatever. Stopped because it felt like a bone was trying to escape through the bottom of my foot.
3. Bought a swimsuit and cheese.
4. Went swimming.
5. Was forced into having a talk about My Future.
6. Wanted to stab myself in the face.
7. Cursed my inability to write anything that could be considered publishable.
8. Cursed my inability to finish any of the many novels I've started writing over the years.
9. Cursed the world's inability to pay me for writing fanfiction/drabbles.
10. Silently admitted to myself that I have absolutely no real desire to finish my degree anymore.
11. Wondered how my parents would react if I just drop out of college and got a job flipping burgers, because I didn't actually hate working fast food.
12. Realized that I'd eat all the burgers and end up gaining back all the weight I've lost. Plus, you know, myriad of other reasons that I can't even, omg.
13. Curled up in a ball and tried not to cry or throw up.
14. Watched Tosh.0 with topetine.
15. Read fic that wasn't even porn for a fandom I'm not even a part of.
16. Stalked the author's LJ so that I could read the entire series that the fic was for.
17. Refused to think about real life anymore for the night.
18. Thought about real life some more.
19. Fought the urge to curl back up into a ball.
20. Decided to screw the world and go to sleep.

And that's why there's no Daily Drabble for the day. Because I am full of fail. Sorry, theslashbunny. It's plotted out in my head and should be up sometime tomorrow.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU KNEW YOU NEEDED TO BE WORKING ON MULTIPLE COMMENT FICS, CHARITY FICS, AND BIG BANGS IN ADDITION TO SCOURING THE INTERNET LOOKING FOR JOB OPPORTUNITIES BECAUSE YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED AND YOUR SAVINGS FOR COLLEGE IS OFFICIALLY EMPTY, BUT INSTEAD YOU SPEND IT READING FIC ABOUT HOW GOD IS A DUCK, EATING CHOCOLATE, DAYDREAMING ABOUT A FIC THAT WILL NEVER BE WRITTEN BECAUSE THE OC IN YOUR HEAD IS THE QUEEN OF THE MARY SUES, FEELING TOO HERMITY AND ANTISOCIAL TO ANSWER COMMENTS, AND LISTENING TO CRACKY SONGS?

Sorry! I'm sorry! Exams are almost over. Just need to turn in some stuff and then take my conducting exam and I am free, but there's not going to be a fic again today and you guys have no idea how much I hate that. Someone recently pointed out to me that I'm way too hard on myself. True enough, I guess, but it's little comfort in cases like this where I still feel like a failure for missing even one update. And now to miss a second? I'm a sad coffeebuddha. Oh well, there's really nothing for it. At least I managed to get a fic up yesterday. Back to working on my diction assignment.