Fuck canned chicken soup. I just tripped over a 12-pack of them in my closet and my shoulder landed on the corner of the wall and I just stubbed my toe on the package while kicking it out of the way.
Yesterday was an amazing day. The 2 days before were amazing.
Why can't the weekend be finished with the best day yet? (Well, I guess it's pretty hard to beat camp. And what I was told yesterday.)
Now I can't find the tape and I'm using kitchen scissors to cut out a message to tape on a gift to my friend.
I also need to clean my desk.
Uh, that's not happening.
Classes start on Tuesday.
Bracing myself for the truckloads of homework that are sure to follow by Friday.
Not to mention the rest of my hellacious schedule. Piano (7th period, really) every Thursday, recital next Saturday that I'm totally not prepared for, and swim practice every day for 2 hours. I'm in Regionals now.
Sigh. I'm not ready for autumn. Help.
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