they wear black leather and worship the ghost of sid vicious

I can't wait until today is over so I can just collapse and be sick for a couple of days. In reality, I've been sick since Monday but I keep ignoring it and hoping it goes away. It's not going away. I wake up every morning with a migrane and a sore throat. It's all about forcing myself to move and get through two classes and therapy. Then I can come home and collapse.

Man, Jim and Blair are arguing like they're married. It's so great. How can anyone watch this show and not think they're together? God.

they wear black leather and worship the ghost of sid vicious

I can't wait until today is over so I can just collapse and be sick for a couple of days. In reality, I've been sick since Monday but I keep ignoring it and hoping it goes away. It's not going away. I wake up every morning with a migrane and a sore throat. It's all about forcing myself to move and get through two classes and therapy. Then I can come home and collapse.

Man, Jim and Blair are arguing like they're married. It's so great. How can anyone watch this show and not think they're together? God.

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I am just so incredibly cranky and whiny right now. I can't explain what's going on. I know I don't really feel well and that's part of it, but it doesn't explain the whiny. I stood in the kitchen and said to my mother 'We have no breakfast. I want pop-tarts or waffles.' and proceeded to stamp my foot like I'm five. She offered to make muffins and I pouted and said okay in a little whiny voice and then told her that muffins still weren't pop-tarts or waffles.

I just feel like there's something going to happen and I think that's part of it. Leah's here because she's sick and she's upstairs sleeping in the extra bedroom. Mom has to leave for a few hours too, which means she'll be alone in the house. I think I'm going to be throwing important stuff in the safe before I go to class.

I just hate this waiting period. I want something to happen so I can deal with it. Waiting is not my forte.

I'm going to go dry my hair and play music and not give a shit that she's in the next room. She never cared while she was here if I was sleeping. And yes, I am that petty and bitter. It's my choice.

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I am just so incredibly cranky and whiny right now. I can't explain what's going on. I know I don't really feel well and that's part of it, but it doesn't explain the whiny. I stood in the kitchen and said to my mother 'We have no breakfast. I want pop-tarts or waffles.' and proceeded to stamp my foot like I'm five. She offered to make muffins and I pouted and said okay in a little whiny voice and then told her that muffins still weren't pop-tarts or waffles.

I just feel like there's something going to happen and I think that's part of it. Leah's here because she's sick and she's upstairs sleeping in the extra bedroom. Mom has to leave for a few hours too, which means she'll be alone in the house. I think I'm going to be throwing important stuff in the safe before I go to class.

I just hate this waiting period. I want something to happen so I can deal with it. Waiting is not my forte.

I'm going to go dry my hair and play music and not give a shit that she's in the next room. She never cared while she was here if I was sleeping. And yes, I am that petty and bitter. It's my choice.

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Update on the muffins: Tasty, but still not pop-tarts or waffles. Cross me and die.
Update on my state of mind: Cross me and die.
Update on my time frame: I have fifteen minutes to kill before I can leave. Cross me and die.
Update on my headache: Die, evil headache, die! You've crossed me!

In short - Cross me and die.

It's going to be a good day.

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Update on the muffins: Tasty, but still not pop-tarts or waffles. Cross me and die.
Update on my state of mind: Cross me and die.
Update on my time frame: I have fifteen minutes to kill before I can leave. Cross me and die.
Update on my headache: Die, evil headache, die! You've crossed me!

In short - Cross me and die.

It's going to be a good day.