Biker- ten points!
I'm finally starting to recover! Ha! Take that you cold from hell!
I probably shouldn't have said that... It'll find a way to get me back...
I got a decent night's sleep and rest last night for the first time in a week. Oh how it felt so wonderful this morning to wake up and realize that... Let's go back there, shall we? Oh, yah...
My essay's three pages long! That's three more than I had yesterday! This is the 7-9 pager, not the 5-7 one. But this one's due first, Tues., so it's okay, still... I figure I'll get at least five pages done tonight, then finish it off tomorrow... Then I get to work on the other one, yay! *sarcastic*
Today was a better day. I was feeling down yesterday and I didn't really realize it. I'm still sick of being sick, but at least I can function a little better, now.
I think the song Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon by Flogging Molly is my theme song. At least, for the next week and a half. After the semester ends it won't really be anymore, but for now... oh so true.
I should get back to work...
Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon Lyrics
You, you never looked so good
Sipping life down like I wish I could
But these sober tears are all that's left to shed
Sandy's soul, now made of bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day
He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold i've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
Angel, sweet angel of my youth
Where have you gone? You flew away too soon
The brick I built now builds a higher wall
See it crumble, hear me fall
There hangs the fool, who once had it all
He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold i've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
And though the road has yet to rise
On these hundred years that passed me by
And the blood with the river flows
Through the crimson field never sung
And no never sung
He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose
But the streets of gold i've yet to find
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon
Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
Ahh well you, you never looked so good