Why is it I seem to get sick on Tuesdays? I really don't have the time to get sick but I really don't think I'm going to go to class even though I would get my exam back and I can ask Old Man Wasserman if the art exhibit I'm going to with Karen counts as a gallery visit. I suppose I can call him and explain about the sick, loudly, and then ask about the exam, loudly, and then see if the art exhibit will count, loudly. Then probably repeat it just as loudly because he's DEAF and refuses to use email. But I'm also supposed to meet Brielle to study after class.
Wah.
Perhaps I shall skip class and just meet up with Brielle. That could work. Right?
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I have coffee.
I had a very strange dream that I don't remember very well but I know that I ended up lying in bed diagonally with my face inches from the dog's because I was sure she was going to kill me in my sleep. Which she didn't. Because I'm here and typing.
Or is this my ghost updating LJ and the dog really did kill me in my sleep?