Peachy. I feel fuzzy, sweet, delectable, round, somewhat leafy at the top, and I have a tragic sense of separation when ever I walk by a tree. Oh, and a strong fear of fruit flies.
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Peachy. I feel fuzzy, sweet, delectable, round, somewhat leafy at the top, and I have a tragic sense of separation when ever I walk by a tree. Oh, and a strong fear of fruit flies.
Somewhat flatlined. Going to skip karate, and head home to recharge... blah.
Like i've been doing homework all day and it's finally done.
Lively! And caffeinated, though neither is the result of the other...
Tired and frustrated...
I'm sick you guys!!! Such a terrible flu! Started with the sore throat, and today there's the runny nose, sneezing, fever - the full works!
** Achoo!!**
hungover.
Sleepy.
Haven't had a sleep for more than four hours in the last three days.
Whenever I want to lie down and go to a deep sleep, no matter how much I call for it, doesn't really emerge from its hideout.
And whenever the sleep itself hits me, I am too occupied with other stuff to bother hearing its call.
Feeling-as-if-she-should-get-her-eye-sight-checked.
'Bout to head out. See 'ya!
Half-excited, half-scared. I won't be able to rest until I've finally gotten the results of that Computer Science test. Ah, programming. Indeed it is heaven.