Tuesday night, seriously worn out.

[enamoured]

I was in a constant stream of rushiness today. I went to my morning class, and after I got out of that I called my doctor's office to get an appointment so I could get to the bottom of this horrid death cough I've had for the past week and to get some other things checked out. I ran to the bank and the back to the doctor's office, where there was waiting and staring at the tiles on the ceiling and finally getting prescriptions.

So then I had to run to work, where I ended up moving a lot of runs of shoes and getting a certificate for five years of service at The Store. I also ended up having a conversation with a five year old in the women's room, which was interesting. After that, it was back to school for digital design, and then I had to take care of some stuff at work, re: my not being here the rest of the week.

I don't feel as bad as I thought I would over this, and I feel bad that I don't feel worse.

I am about 95% certain that a guy in my diction class has a thing for me. He's nice, but I'm just not super-into him. It's strange for me, to have someone be possibly interested in me and for me to not be completely repulsed by them. I just wonder why he'd be interested in me, and it just makes me feel more awkward than I already do.

Also, you know how sometimes other people are happy and you start to resent them for their happiness? Doesn't that suck?