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7 is wayyyy too early for me. My head was spinning in a who knows what kind of mood, and it hurt like hell. My eyes felt like sand paper again. And of course, my muscles ached, and as we all know, Olivia is so unathletic that stuff like that does not happen...like ever. I MUST be sick. I've gotten 9 hours of sleep the past two nights and I've woken up wanting to kill myself. (Now, To clear the air I don't really want to kill myself, I mean it figuratively of course) Sigh. I just hope I'm well enough to convince my parents to bring me to the ATTWN concert. No, at this point I could probably screw that. I want to be well enough to have an entertaining vacation. Yeah. That's probably more reasonable. I've been attempting to organize my overgrown and untamed itunes library... It's pretty hilarious to watch. The only thing harder at this point would my fixed mother's computer...and her "F" key is broken... poor comupter...abused by Sami... "She lost her grip I think she fell off the earth" |
