i think that just in time for my weekend date i will have caught a cold. i am none too pleased with this development and plan on drinking about 38 gallons of orange juice to see if that doesn’t do something. i knew i was gonna get sick. i knew it. what with all the stress and not sleeping of last week, coupled with the armpit weather outside and the arctic tundra inside, well a girl is bound to get sick.
in other news, i finished my assignment. it blows so many goats that even my mind is boggled. why is it that everything i write sounds so totally cliche?