Ok, while I admit this is funny, try to remember that I am human too! And perfectly capable of feeling like total excrement! Excrement being the polite term ;)
Today, after staying up until 11 the night before, I was shaken awake at 8:00 and told I was taking the SSAT in 15 minutes. I literally thought I was dreaming. Whoops. Forgot about that. I hauled my carcass out of bed, into the car, and into a seat at the local school, where no less than every thirteen-year-old in the county was standing around yawning. And I knew about 85% of them, easy. That's just how small this place is. And so I sat at a desk until 1:00 answering mindless questions like "If Desmond has 15 dungarees, and Mary has 17 jumpers, how many pairs of pants do they have between them?" Could somebody please tell me what a dungaree is. Then I proceeded to step out of the school and sit on an invisible car seat, and I think I broke my tailbone. Embarrasing². So now I am NOT going to see Harry Potter 7, NOT walking to the beach to see the frozen Bay, and NOT having fun. There. Thank you for letting me vent.
On a brighter note, I AM writing a smash hit novel, eating chocolate covered pretzels, and loving the beautiful ochre-and-grey guitar part to "Yesterday."
Color freak, signing off.
-Amme
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