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My grandmother, who goes to the hospital three times a week, dreamt earlier today that she was lying beside a dead body. She's been uneasy, jittery and out of it ever since this morning. Seriously, she's gone nuts, asking to go to the bathroom one second after she's already gone. She doesn't want to be left alone either. It wouldn't bother me, usually because I'm a prissy little grandaughter, that's what I am and I don't like her let alone care about a little episode. But this time, someone really did die. In the same hospital. Just this morning.
*shudders*
I'm starting review classes (aren't you tired of reading that?) this Thursday. How quickly time flies. My friend says I'll be enjoying the experience, which she's allowed to say because she's nearly done with her classes there. And she says I won't be learning anything. Oh well, no turning back now. No refunds. :P
*shudders*
I'm starting review classes (aren't you tired of reading that?) this Thursday. How quickly time flies. My friend says I'll be enjoying the experience, which she's allowed to say because she's nearly done with her classes there. And she says I won't be learning anything. Oh well, no turning back now. No refunds. :P