IT HOT. ME SKUK NO CAN SLEEP, HAS MUCH CRANKY.

ME SKUK NOT LIKE MORNINGS BUT ME SKUK STOOPID BODY NOT GIVE CHOICE BUT BE AWAKE. MUCH CRANKY.

o/` Happy birthday to me~
Why the hell can't I sleep~

or: why did my body pick TODAY to turn me into an early riser?
Ah well.

~tired, hot, bored, cranky, in pain from sinusfail, and unable to sleep~ Life. Is. Sucking.

Sibling brought home some kind of bleck with him from Pullman and now I've got it. ~flops. whines. blows nose~ FECK YOU VIRII~

It is raining like OMG.

These raindrops. They are HOOJ.

Fuck Washington. Fuck it in the EAR.

It says a lot about the quality of your school's cafeteria when you can distinguish the difference between gas, diarrhea, and constipation based almost entirely on the flavor of the agony boiling in your intestines. And none of those things are good. Oh, Sunday dinner, how I loathe you.

( toilet TMI )

Don't you just love the post-period 'brown gack' stage? [/sarcasm]

bleah.

I thought I was DONE! But noooooooooo. Statistics final. Due Monday. And I haven't cracked that damn textbook all quarter!