My definition of a miserable morning:
- Post Nasal Drip +
- Finding out I fell asleep without brushing my teeth +
- Still can't talk +
- Realizing my workload +
- Missing Erika
Lately, I've been having these nights that I just suddenly fall asleep. I'll start on my homework then wake up looking at a seventy-paged document filled with a random letter, or a phone with several missed calls and pissed off messages. I'd find myself still dressed in my jeans and socks, and my jaws would hurt because I wasn't able to brush my teeth. Well, last night was one of those nights.
My voice box hasn't been functioning since yesterday and I have an essay, an MP, 2 group presentations, and a quiz coming up. Normally, I would've been miserable and stressed. But I'm not.
I woke up happy. For some reason, I couldn't get myself to be sad about everything that's happening. Maybe because I've been through something worse just days before, or because there's too many things I could be happy for. I don't really care. I've got a full day ahead of me. I'm probably going to mess it up by procrastinating and not accomplishing anything, but to hell with that.
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- Menny, who continues to breeze along it.
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