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WHAT.

Memo to Party City: PLEASE STOP PUTTING ME ON THE WALL WHEN I ALREADY CANNOT SPEAK SERIOUSLY ITapos;S GOTTEN TO THE POINT OF FUCKING HURTS Aapos;IGHT?

Hehe. "Putting me on the wall" just sounds silly.

Ohhhhhh, this is me. Being frustrated. Big damn surprise.

Damn damn damnability.

It doesnapos;t help that the illness thing isnapos;t so much improving. In fa-act, running out of DayQuil meant that illness now feels even more like illness, complete with the sort of fever thatapos;s been mercifully absent. Had wondered whether the DayQuil was actually doing anything, and now methinks I know.

Now this is me, hoping things are magically healed and what-not tomorrow morning.

I think I can pretty much predict whatapos;ll happen tomorrow. Oh, yeah, here, just take over for someone on the wall for half an hour, and... Ohhh, ohhhh, wait. Half an hour + magic = five hours. = adieuuuuuuuuuu, voice. = STILL NO HORN PLAYING. >.< Whatthe fuck, I would like to practice, please thanks. Especially with the lessons happening, and all. AUGH.

Though for the record, I donapos;t actually mind the job. Itapos;s just that whole thing where talking is painful. And hours are aggravating. But is far better than the other shite-jobs Iapos;ve had so, yapos;know, what the hell. And I should be able to start subbing, at least in a few schools, so that could be useful. But also need to be able to talk for that. Ahaha, these leeeettle details, they do pester.

Memo to Lenawee County: Fuck you.

Might need some Timesplitters. This may be a very true fact.

And did get a decent amount of essay work going today, so that was a plus. Headed off to the library, where it was all work-conducive and whatnot. And not loud football-watching sounds. So yes, very much a good time, there. Useful, at least.

Going to look into this Timesplitters business, rrrrmhrm.
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