If you have emailed/contacted/sent me something time-related and I am not responding? I will! I fell asleep when I got home yesterday from class and woke up twice very congested, one time convinced the Cenobites were coming to get me.
(Wikipedia is the devil.)
(Seriously. I was doing this mental mutilation roulette thing--what will they do to me? Then I was trying to think of souls to trade. Then I went back to sleep and I have no idea what I dreamed about. Then I woke up and asked for coffee, tissue, and a little arsenic. I hate colds. I hate them so much.)
I feel better now, just congested, so I'll catch up today and tonight. I have found zen with chemistry--i will study for three things I konw for sure are on the test, and get those perfect, and you konw, screw this aim for the stars. I am aiming for passing.
(The real horror is, eleveninches was talking to me about it the other night and I realized in horror--I was already accepted to the university and the program. They dont' even *count* this class as a grade, only as hours towared my core. They don't care what I make! I can get a C and it will not matter. And that actually made me panic more. Dear God.)
(Oddly, I am also sending svmadelyn depressing pictures of my workplace and crosswalk. If you, too, would like pictures of foggy, sad parking spaces and Walgreens that express my inner turmoil, feel free to email me your number. I am sharing like that.)
I'm getting a thing for parenthesis.