So, okay, seriously, even though this almost week long spell of fetal-position inducing, sleep-depricating sickness has absolutely rocked the cock out of my technicolor tube socks, I really say that it's time to move its sorry ass on out of my immune system. I mean, honestly, how's a girl supposed to get ANY sort of work done under these types of conditions? It's currently a miracle that I have the ability to type at the moment, let alone/in addition to (PLUS PLUS PLUS) the ability to use proper grammar! For a few days there, I was going without using capital letters or punctuation marks. It was a sick, sad, twisted period in my life, and if this virus/bacterial infection/strep throat like disease/case of tonsilitis knows what's good for it, it should know that I'm really not kidding around when I say that it's time to pack up and choose another victim because I'VE LITERALLY HAD IT UP TO HERE. I've only got another two months to take London by storm! As an outspoken 21-year-old girl, I really think that I'm both obliged and expected to say that I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS BULLSHIT.
Ugh, paper due... probably at the end of this week or the beginning of next, and due to the big ugly currently inside of me, guess who hasn't had a chance to read up on the topic yet? AT ALL? Does anyone out there have an educated opinion from a psychological standpoint about the presence of innate knowledge in infants? >.> Anyone? Sigh, anyone besides the crickets?
sjgnakjgnagkjnagk AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT'S ONLY A WEEK UNTIL VALENTINE'S DAY?!
You know what? I think I feel a little better now.