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Well, B-Fest was in fact a large clump of really bad movies. My back and knees hurt from being twisted into a pretzel in an auditorium seat for 24 hours. My head still hurts, a headache I've had since about one am on Saturday. And I'm bloody tired and aggravated. Growl.
And classes tomorrow...*piteous whine* God I hate classes. I hate 9 am classes with a passion. I REALLY hate BORING 9 am classes with a passion. Grrrrrr!
Fuck this, I'm going to bed.
And classes tomorrow...*piteous whine* God I hate classes. I hate 9 am classes with a passion. I REALLY hate BORING 9 am classes with a passion. Grrrrrr!
Fuck this, I'm going to bed.