so i feel like i did when i was a kid and i had to sit at the table for hours until i ate my liver. hours. liver. just writing that makes me feel a bit nauseated. hours. homework. that is what i have. and i sit here. and i wait. hoping that it will get better. and magically become done. maybe if i put sweatpants on that will help. maybe if i check my email one more time. maybe if i stop writing in my blog. just one more word.
pants.
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Me too! not the liver, we were vegiterian for awhile at least, but the homework. Bucket loads.
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