Puta Madre

No, I will not translate that. Figure it out for yourself - I'll even give you a hint - it's profanity. Any how, let's talk about Jessica's day. Jessica woke up about a minute after her alarm started shrieking. I say a minute because when it first sounded, Jessica had no idea of what it was and was therefore unconcerned and immovable. And then a minute later, when the noise refused to cease, Jessica sprang out of bed at the same instant that realization stuck her. Then she checked her email, changed into some warm clothes and shoes, drank some hot chocolate, and went to class. Class was uneventful. What did she do? She took notes and listened. Then, Jessica went to Lil' Dinos and bought a sub to share with her Dad on the way home, and then returned to her dorm room, packed the rest of her things, and went downstairs to meet her dad. The trip home was uneventful. Jessica doesn't remember talking much at all simply because she felt the beginnings of a big headache and exhaustion simultaneously making their respective presences known. Jessica then went to the bank with her dad, endorsed her tuition refund check, and then went to the commissary to pick up some groceries, and then went home. Five minutes after arriving at home, she unpacked all of her dirty clothes and put them into the wash, and then she sat down on her bed fully intent on digesting thirty pages of genetics text book. Two hours later, she emerged to finish her laundry and to cook dinner. Dinner consisted of cooking some ground turkey, adding some onions, banana peppers, and fresh jalapenos, and then one yellow squash, one zucchini, and a few potatoes followed by some turkey sausage. Surprisingly, it was a success, which she already knew it would be because she has made the same dish in the same manner several times already. After eating dinner, Jessica returned to her laundry and washed her bedding, for no other reason than to bleed on them later. I'll get to that momentarily. Jessica then spent an extremely long hour waiting until nine so she could make a very important phone call, and when she finally was able to talk to the person she wished to speak with, her nose started bleeding. It was for this reason, and this reason alone, that she is thankful that the call was short, so she could calmly rush to the bathroom to try and stem the bleeding. Jessica has had several nosebleeds in the past, but she wishes me to tell you that this one was a real gusher, the like of which sent shivers down her hypochondriac spine. Thankfully, the aforementioned gusher has subsided, and now Jessica is sitting here, talking in third person whilst making this post. Isn't that fabulous? I didn't think so. And now Jessica is going to let the cat out (literally - he's clawing at the door) and then she is going to watch some TV and then take a shower, and then fall asleep or go to bed, whichever happens to occur first. Pleasant dreams.