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I completely spazzed out at work last night. I wasn't feeling the greatest anyway for one reason and another, but I asked the chef to make me macaroni cheese and he said no and I flipped. A complete spaz attack. Then I burst into tears and had to go home.
And I was wearing mascara. And it wasn't waterproof. Dumb.
Anyway, I should be revising for my exams which are in approximately two weeks' time. Shit on a stick. Bloody Shakespeare, did he have to be so prolific? Surely he could have contended himself with just writing one or two plays in modern English. That would have been nice. But noooooooooo. Mind you, I have enjoyed Twelfth Night, which surprised me. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a feisty heroine, even if she does fall in love with the world's biggest dipshit.