I am sleepy and full of a hamburger happy meal. I am getting over a slight cold and sniffling. I am finding random reasons to crawl into bed when no one notices and nap in corners. I am warm and cold. lol I am so tired that my writing skills are seriously lacking any cohesive pattern, rhyme or reason. I think I have a headache. I'd kill for some cold fx and I think the strawberry milkshake in my tummy is slowly hardening. Curse you McDonalds, I know you're evil, I always did. What I would really like right now is for someone to say, "Hey Frankee you know that 12 page paper on the cardiorespiratory system that's due Thursday? Yeah, I'll write it, no problem!" Seriously, I would pay 100 dollars for that shit. I have a four page paper for drama due Tuesday. I am not a teribly lazy person, I just cannot for the life of me understand anything biological let alone write twelve pages about it. I hve never written a 12 page paper at all let alone on a topic I have no framiliarity about. Daunting. It's just a pile of shit to finish before my fun. God's laughing. Haha, yes you can go away but you have to stress and panic right up until the very last second. I know that it's only fair, the universe must stay balanced, I get it. One week until I see Amanda Palmer again. And this time I will meet her and take pictures and talk to her about the meaning of life or some philosophical theory about the beauty of art that I cannot even comprehend at this moment in time. I told you I wasn't making any sense.
And now I must sleep and dream before I have to face tomorrow. Yay for dreaming, I'm really good at it!
Sweet dreams wherever you are
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good god I hope you finished your paper. sometimes I laugh at my friend who stupidly graduated high school and entered university right after. then I think to myself "when you get to her position you won't be laughing" so if I see you on Sunday expect a really long hug. and maybe a wet kiss on the cheek. just kidding.
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