"Chuck, your duck is SO Exploding Dog."
Suddenly I found myself far too tired to walk. You know you're too tired when you can't even finish your dinner without getting drowsy and tipping to the air-conditioner-created wind because you're so fatigued.
As long as I keep my eyes closed while I type, I won't be so queasy.
... like when I opened my eyes just now. Eep.
Time to sleep... despite all the homework I have.
And I am feeling all sorts of ineptitude at the moment. 81.9% in Calculus?! Well, there goes my valedictorian status. Sigh. 5 out of 10 for my Arts Awards entry?! Haven't been genuinely inspired since last year, so my art has been severely lacking. My fingers are on a run, but my elbows refuse to lift. Huh.
This week would've been better if Big Fish was released in Vegas today... but it wasn't.
I don't think ANYONE is looking forward to Holiday Markdt this year. And I wanted to film the dance drama during the matinee performance, but instead I have to work my booth. Now to see if I can bum a ride home from anyone. Hmm... Jon?
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