The simplest tasks are out of my league. And it's not all me, things just aren't working. I go to get a pan, well we don't need one, we aren't even cooking. I weigh yeast, and the number on the scale is right, but the amount is clearly not. I unplug the other scale so that Leah has to start over and then my scale if frigin broken. I can't sceuwer for poop. I can't even spell it. I can't make an ipod work. Mine says it has battery, and then dies. I can't ever remember to charge it. I can't do my homework. I can't stay awake to learn. Even when I'm going to therapy so that I can stop going so I don't miss class, this happens to be the day we're learning many things that we'll be tested on the next day. My team is good, but we always lose. I couldn't find the other two fingerprints. And another girl found more than I did. I fell asleep for 2 hours on a bean bag. We didn't have enough sugar. When I finally made the cookies ok I put them on wax paper. Which bursts into flames. My flowers didn't come out, they were moosh. My hair is very soft, but flaring. So I'll have to straighten it anyways. My computer is still fried and will be till atleast onday. I will probably lose everything on it because I didn't press the issue that something was wrong till much too late. My nutrition will start to fail soon because all I eat is cereal, and nothing else tastes good. Everything is disgusting and I would really rather not fight myself to force myself to eat it. I couldn't make cookies for YAP. I can't get a hold of Shei to see if she needs a ride. So I guess I'll drive myself and whatever happens happens. If she even goes. I don't want to go. I missed therapy today. I have no idea why, but I guess I'll probably stop going. It always happens that way. I failed at Hall of Meat. I failed at making Steve cookies I've been promising him.
Really? My mood is fine. I'm embarassed more than I'm down. It would have been a wonderful day if I wasn't such a screw up. But it's fine. It really is. I want to get some sleep for once.