I've been staring at this screen now for a number of minutes, trying to think of something to write. I got my genetics test back today. I made a 100. Out of 100. I guess I should be happy. I'm not. Why? I dunno. Actually, I do, I just don't want to say. At least this time I have a reason. Anyway, I get to go home tomorrow. First I have to get up early, tutor for an hour, go to class for two hours, turn in my time sheets, grab lunch, and then meet my dad for our three hour, migraine-inducing trip. Then I will get home and promptly find the nearest bottle of Tylenol and a very quiet space to wait for to throbbing to go away. And when it doesn't, I'll get up and cook dinner or torment the cat.
09 February 2007
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isn't it crazy how you feel the pressure of posting when knowing that people are reading your blog?
kudos to you for posting! ive been really slack on mine!
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