*sigh*It is currently 4:57 (and 33 seconds) in the morning. And I still am awake. Isn't it great how it takes a month or two to get an okay sleeping schedule down (during the regular school week I can generally get to sleep before midnight) and about a day to screw it up again? Tomorrow, or today rather, is the last day of spring break. This means another month of sleeping through my alarm clock, not to mention history and trig.
Well, at least complaining makes me feel better.
Maybe, with some luck from the magical snow faeries, we could have another snow day on Monday.
...like that's gonna happen...
Tired
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~"Blind faith is an ironic gift to return to the Creator of human intelligence."~
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"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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acting like a moron and being shunned from society is more fun than standing up against a wall trying to look cool.
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"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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acting like a moron and being shunned from society is more fun than standing up against a wall trying to look cool.
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I have grown tired of the world around me and wish for eternal slumber. If you can give me that then I will give you peace of mind.
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"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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I have grown tired of the world around me and wish for eternal slumber. If you can give me that then I will give you peace of mind.
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