mmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh

I feel sick and I'm way behind on my reading (as usual), and I dont' think I like The Ground Beneath Her Feet. Rushdie's style of writing is just so tedious.

My room is falling apart. I want to go to sleep, but I know I'll just toss and turn until 3 or 4. I'm also hungry. I want some ice cream. Maybe I should make a midnight run to Safeway...

School's almost over, right? Sigh.

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Eventually, there comes a point when you want to turn all of your picture frames face down, so you can't see the happy faces anymore.

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It's 3:30 in the morning.

I am the opposite of tired.

:(