This whole "Back to School" thing is really cramping my style. My body is in a perpetual state of shock and I'm sick of hitting the sack at 11:30pm or later, only to wake up all bright eyed, bushy tailed, and rather ticked at 3am. For some odd reason, I feel the need to write down these random thoughts that plague my mind at 3am. In pitch darkness, I write profound things like, "fish" and "straw" on a notepad. Now, the "fish" part is understandable because I really
will forget to take the fish out of the freezer unless I write it down. However, the "straw" part is just silly as I am convinced...did I mention at 3am?...that I need a straw for my morning smoothie to decrease the risk of blueberry and strawberry seeds embarassingly lodging themselves between my teeth. Really? Who does that? Alas, time marches on,
my imprisonment school officially begins Monday, and things will begin to "settle" down. Until then, I will continue to tend to my wounds and battle scars each night (read: paper cuts) and just hope for the best.
Oh, and to the lady that found this site by searching "must get pregnant or go insane", I say...amen.