sarahpie

One hour.

I am giving myself one hour to eat dinner and goof off, then it's down to business. I shall throw myself wildly into the 54786970349 pages I must read so I can:

a) forget bout how sore my heart is and

b) not fail the insane man's class miserably.

I write when I'm sad.

or

I'm only happy when it rains.

or

It never rains in Southern California.

I dislike where that ended up.

I'm back to the fifty-pound facial tumor, dude.