So I went to the doctor - against my will - because my stomach was still hurting in the morning.

Of all doctors in the hospital, I had to get a jerk.

He asked me if I had been under any kind of stress lately. My mother answered yes because I had essays and tests in college. He asked me what was my major. I answered.

"You're stressed because of that?"
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Damn you,  Kuroshitsuji. Why did you have to air on the same day I have this big, insane test? This is totally not fair.

Also, it's hilarious that yesterday was pouring down so hard, and today, the test day, it's all sunny and cute. Haha, weather. You're so funny.

30 days left.

Starting today, me and my group have 31 days to write up 5 essays.

I love you, October.

You know, I can be a bitch. I can be a real bitch, and if I don't like you, you can be sure it's going to be evident. But then, I'm only bitchy to those who deserve. And even among those that deserve, that are only so many that I bother with. So when someone is bitchy to me, and tries to say all sorts of crap to my face, for the first time I've ( Read more... )

Oh, stomach refluxes waking me up at 4 am and keeping me awake. How I love thee.

Back to medication I go.