Thusday Morning, 8am
Woke up. Went back to bed. Woke up again. Arms not too sore. Tried to comb hair. Couldn't lift arms above shoulders. Gave up on hair. Now, school. Later, food. After that, cite check packet. Tonight, bar review/Arathi's birthday. Good lord, when do i get to rest?
I get the feeling that this blog is sort of falls under what you were talking about in "Which Came First: Blogging or Life?". Are you now living your life specifically to blog? I am not saying this is a bad thing, I only request that you do it ti the fullest extreme. When you woke up at 8:00 am, you should have either done a momumental task completely without passion (I woke up, took over Haiti, I guess...it was pretty boring), or else done a completely boring task with too much feeling and passion ( woke up, cleaned the litter box, FUCK!!!, the litter box!!!, I am so angry at having done that that good grammer is not even a possibilitty right now!!!! Blaow!!!!!). Also, Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = CRAZY DELICIOUS!!!