what the hell is the matter with me? seriously, is there any fucking reason i was up until 3 in the fucking morning? is there?! no, there isn’t, god damn it. at least, not a good one. or not one that makes me seem less like a damned fool.
of course, due to my extra-special sleep habits, i didn’t even hear my alarm this morning and woke up really lateish. thus i was about 10 minutes late to chem 5. and you know, i have this weird thing where i get flushed and nervous and my ears get hot if i walk in too late. like i have a 15 minute buffer, anything later than 15 minutes and i’d rather miss the class than damn near have an anxiety attack or some other such pussy bullshit go down.
because i’m teh special.
in other news, rosco’s computer was boned by korean terrorists, the pitches are bitchez, and my job is full of insanity. f’real.
