I’m just kinda sitting here staring at my screen and drinking straight out of a two-liter bottle of root beer, and it’s making me kind of depressed. And it’s making my throat hurt.
I hate Monday mornings.
It’s morning, so you have a whole day to worry about. I know that I won’t have any more free time until at least 5:00, and that’s not counting homework. Then, beyond that, you know you have a whole week ahead of you. You’re about the farthest away from relief that you can get. Plus, we can’t have Disney Movie night tonight…which is one of the few things that I actually like about Mondays. I changed the pronoun that we and he and she and I were speaking from about a billion times in this paragraph.
I just took a Wellness test, which hopefully I did “well” on, otherwise my wellness is going to go down a bit. I hate pointless classes. Most classes you learn at least SOMETHING worthwhile…but I think it’s fair to say that Wellness is possibly the most worthless class ever. It makes me glad I didn’t have to take retarded health classes in high school.
I smell. I’m going to go shower.
Sad day