*claws feebly at the world*
It's the worst feeling ever knowing you can't. skip. classes. even when sick as a dog, because it's That Time of Year. Blaaaaargh.
I got up this morning looking like shi-ite and trudged across campus to meet with a professor, then collapsed for one more hour before work. When my alarm went off, I could hardly hit snooze I was so shot and shakey. Mrrrrrr. Screw you, final screenplay outline. Screw you, Wordsworth. You're doomed to come out less than intelligent in this state, so just accept it. (I have.) :P
I got up this morning looking like shi-ite and trudged across campus to meet with a professor, then collapsed for one more hour before work. When my alarm went off, I could hardly hit snooze I was so shot and shakey. Mrrrrrr. Screw you, final screenplay outline. Screw you, Wordsworth. You're doomed to come out less than intelligent in this state, so just accept it. (I have.) :P