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So I guess it makes sense that I haven't updated much recently, considering I've had major work due for the third week in a row. Next week is no different. And I'm sick and tired of not being able to get a whole night's sleep without being disturbed by the cats/my bladder/Mom's phone/loud Mexicans/any other effing noise. Goddammit.
If you see me curled in a ditch sometime soon, assume I've died of overexertion. Or quite possibly a heart attack as a result of the latest Michigan football game.
I have a cough that is aggravated by dry air and laying down. Fuck that shit. I think I got it from JLo although I don't feel quite as shitty as he did. My tonsils feel gritty and they only feel better after drinking tea, which I don't mind but it makes me pee more often than normal.
Nick didn't come back to Ann Arbor tonight, he's coming back tomorrow. Which means I get my iPod tomorrow, all loaded up with music he thinks I'll like. What a great Sweetest Day gift. I got him a flask with his name engraved on it, along with some liquor to put in it. It's so sweet it's almost saccharine, but I don't care.
I need to get a Band-o-Rama ticket. Whoops.
If you see me curled in a ditch sometime soon, assume I've died of overexertion. Or quite possibly a heart attack as a result of the latest Michigan football game.
I have a cough that is aggravated by dry air and laying down. Fuck that shit. I think I got it from JLo although I don't feel quite as shitty as he did. My tonsils feel gritty and they only feel better after drinking tea, which I don't mind but it makes me pee more often than normal.
Nick didn't come back to Ann Arbor tonight, he's coming back tomorrow. Which means I get my iPod tomorrow, all loaded up with music he thinks I'll like. What a great Sweetest Day gift. I got him a flask with his name engraved on it, along with some liquor to put in it. It's so sweet it's almost saccharine, but I don't care.
I need to get a Band-o-Rama ticket. Whoops.