it's still rock 'n' roll to me

Class started last week and I find myself uninspired. This however probably doesn't come as much of a surprise.

Down to business:

Nothing is new. Still tormented soul like and jaded. Still reading. Still writing. Still listening to The Beatles on repeat. Still living on my managers couch. Still not sleeping. Is this rock bottom yet?

you were only waiting for this moment to be free

i've decided that my writers block is a combination of stress, insomnia, and a lack of alcohol. i highly doubt, however, that any of this will change in the oncoming weeks. i haven't slept more than three hours in three days; i worked two of them and my body is starting to give out along with my ever so fleeting grasp on normalicy. i'm starting to feel like fight club without the visable bruises. classes start back a week from today and i have yet to schedule them, find a place to live or a person that i don't have urges to wish horrible medical abnormalities upon, and to top my schooling trifecta off i'm in the middle of switching jobs so i don't go on a murderous mcdouble rampage. currently, my younger sister is in the hospital hours away from birthing my first nephew and all i can think is: is life ever going to slow down and how i'm sure that life isn't meant to be this hard. i'm such a selfish person, all i want is sleep or a large amount of coffee as a sidedish to aderol.

oh, woe is me.