Stupid pigeons.
Now I have to go to rehearsal after church for that damned passion play I'm in. I should have just stuck with the chorus. Now I have to memorize more lines, along with my poems for language fair.
Which is why I'm dreading all the AP classes I shall be taking in the next two years.
I have a feeling that I'll be a burn-out come my 40th birthday.
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