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I really shouldn't be alone around my birthday. It's just asking for me to have a breakdown. For more on real-life not-funness click ( here. )
See, that's all I needed was to vent and cry it out. Now, I'm fine.
Gah, my nerves are shot to hell. I think I need to remind myself to ask about some sedatives next time I go to the doctor so I don't have a fucking stroke before I'm 25.
I'm not going to Math tomorrow even though I have a test to make up because I've got a five page paper due in Victorian and the final draft of my latest FYSEM paper due both on Tuesday. Sigh, there won't be much celebrating for Fender-chan's birthday. I was hoping to go get baking supplies on Saturday, but the fucking shuttle didn't run like it was supposed to. I waited an hour in the cold for the stupid thing. Grr to the shuttle driver being a lazy asshole.
I've got Robinson Cruesoe to read and Japanese to study for. G'night.
Gah, my nerves are shot to hell. I think I need to remind myself to ask about some sedatives next time I go to the doctor so I don't have a fucking stroke before I'm 25.
I'm not going to Math tomorrow even though I have a test to make up because I've got a five page paper due in Victorian and the final draft of my latest FYSEM paper due both on Tuesday. Sigh, there won't be much celebrating for Fender-chan's birthday. I was hoping to go get baking supplies on Saturday, but the fucking shuttle didn't run like it was supposed to. I waited an hour in the cold for the stupid thing. Grr to the shuttle driver being a lazy asshole.
I've got Robinson Cruesoe to read and Japanese to study for. G'night.
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