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Morning dishroom. Somebody left their retainer on a tray. The sun started to shine, against my wishes but I grew accustomed to it. And then I was just really fucking cheerful. I have been, more so than I have been (normally), these past few days. Frankly I don't know why and frankly I don't care. Let's hope that it lasts... whoever's drugged me would do best to keep on with the plan... I'm only glad that I haven't been worrying about what I shouldn't really worry about lately. Now, if only I would grow totally concerned with what I should be fretting over. Exams, naturally, and to that I say absolutely nothing at all but this sentence signifying the fact.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo, German, ISB (maybe), therapy... noooooooooooooooooo, want to sleep, must prepare myself. The day is young? Eh, it merely awaits.
Some of my associates have begun brand-new livejournals. I often do that with paper. Start one, feel like I've totally ruined it, and then buy another and continue on. But I think, with this... I'll keep it. For awhile. In the end, I don't take livejournal seriously. See?
Not at all!
(But oh how addicting dahling)
This song is definitely not helping me to wake up.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo, German, ISB (maybe), therapy... noooooooooooooooooo, want to sleep, must prepare myself. The day is young? Eh, it merely awaits.
Some of my associates have begun brand-new livejournals. I often do that with paper. Start one, feel like I've totally ruined it, and then buy another and continue on. But I think, with this... I'll keep it. For awhile. In the end, I don't take livejournal seriously. See?
Not at all!
(But oh how addicting dahling)
This song is definitely not helping me to wake up.