down poison
So I've been sitting here since 6:30 trying to write a paper and drinking vodka and sprite. And wondering why the hell I feel so goddamned sad. It's irritating. Maybe the penicillin is making me sad. Hmm, odd. I really do not want to go to class tomorrow, because accounting is satanic. I do need to see Alex though and get that book from him so I can finish the paper. Cause I need glam rock, hair metal and grunge and he has the book with that. Bastard. Thank god for only two days of classes this week.