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I am cranky. Super-uber-muchly cranky. I woke up this morning cranky. The shower and coffee have not helped the cranky. And I know exactly what the cranky is coming from.
I have to go to the class I hate with all eternal heat of the fires of Hell today. And really, I need to go so I can hand in a little sheet of paper saying that I'm not going to the "mandatory lecture" next week. Fuck that. I'm going to Nsync. Blow me, old man.
I strongly suspect I will leave after that. Probably to go tool around in the computer lab until I'm supposed to call Mike to go out later. Perhaps to finally write the Project Britney questionnaire. I have my research done for it. I just need the data to put everything together. I'm seriously considering handing out flyers at the Nsync concert and seeing if I can get teenies to answer it for me. Hey, some LIKE Britney, okay.
I don't know.
I'm very blah right now. And cranky.
Me: [stumbles out of bed and heads towards the steps]
Mom: Don't let Iya in! I'm still making the bed.
Me: I'm not. I'm getting my laundry and getting in the shower.
Five minutes later...
Me: [lugs full laundry basket up the steps]
Mom: You didn't make coffee?
Me: What part of I'm getting my laundry and getting in the shower didn't you understand?
Mom: Wow. You're a bitch today.
Me: [drops laundry basket on the bed] Gee, thanks.
I have to go to the class I hate with all eternal heat of the fires of Hell today. And really, I need to go so I can hand in a little sheet of paper saying that I'm not going to the "mandatory lecture" next week. Fuck that. I'm going to Nsync. Blow me, old man.
I strongly suspect I will leave after that. Probably to go tool around in the computer lab until I'm supposed to call Mike to go out later. Perhaps to finally write the Project Britney questionnaire. I have my research done for it. I just need the data to put everything together. I'm seriously considering handing out flyers at the Nsync concert and seeing if I can get teenies to answer it for me. Hey, some LIKE Britney, okay.
I don't know.
I'm very blah right now. And cranky.
Me: [stumbles out of bed and heads towards the steps]
Mom: Don't let Iya in! I'm still making the bed.
Me: I'm not. I'm getting my laundry and getting in the shower.
Five minutes later...
Me: [lugs full laundry basket up the steps]
Mom: You didn't make coffee?
Me: What part of I'm getting my laundry and getting in the shower didn't you understand?
Mom: Wow. You're a bitch today.
Me: [drops laundry basket on the bed] Gee, thanks.
