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Just call me weepy.
Watched the S1 finale of Queer As Folk again. That last scene always makes me lose my shit. I am such a baby.
I'm not feeling well at all. I'm afraid I might be coming down with yet another cold. Headache, fever, stuffy nose, sore throat, caughing, sneezing, the works. Great. More sickness. Just what I need.
I have about 500 pages to read before tomorrow morning, so that I can do this book report and be done with this week. Here's hoping I can do it. Otherwise, I'll be a-skimming it. This weekend is already gone, too. Tomorrow night I work, Friday night I have to play catch up with reading, and get started on my Queer Theory paper. Saturday I work at the catering company from 3 - 3, and Sunday I have to finish the paper. And then it's Monday again.
That depresses me. I thought weekends were invented so people could rest and not go postal?
Watched the S1 finale of Queer As Folk again. That last scene always makes me lose my shit. I am such a baby.
I'm not feeling well at all. I'm afraid I might be coming down with yet another cold. Headache, fever, stuffy nose, sore throat, caughing, sneezing, the works. Great. More sickness. Just what I need.
I have about 500 pages to read before tomorrow morning, so that I can do this book report and be done with this week. Here's hoping I can do it. Otherwise, I'll be a-skimming it. This weekend is already gone, too. Tomorrow night I work, Friday night I have to play catch up with reading, and get started on my Queer Theory paper. Saturday I work at the catering company from 3 - 3, and Sunday I have to finish the paper. And then it's Monday again.
That depresses me. I thought weekends were invented so people could rest and not go postal?