I woke up this morning to the sound of sirens that stopped outside my window. Propping myself up on an elbow, I moved a cat's head out of the way to peek out. Sure enough, the neighbor's house was on fire. Everyone got out okay, but that's not a good way for them, or anyone, to start the morning. When I left,
tsjafo was making breakfast for them.
Why does it seem like bad stuff happens a lot in the morning?
And when your house isn't clean?
Case in point: My chemistry exam is at 8 a.m.
Now, I ask you, is that reasonable? No. No, it's bloody well not. And to top it off, the cursed thing is cumulative. You know what that means? I'm gonna tell you anyway: it's eight freaking chapters of chemistry that I didn't get so well the first time around, and my review is stalled on the first chapter.
Yeesh.
On a positive note, maybe: when I'm standing in front of a group, and I think that everyone can see me shaking and I have to remind myself not to hold my breath or lock my knees or else I'll pass out in front of everyone - apparently I appear completely calm. Or so my teacher said after class today.
BTW:
This isn't an actual update. If this were an actual update, you'd have been subjected to worries over my family, my compulsive cleaning when anything bad happens, and my inability to stay focused on my chemistry review long enough for it to sink in. Aren't you glad this is not an update?
And now: Coffee.