"I don't want to go on the cart..."
So, my French exam is going to eat my unborn children. That's going to be exciting. Also, realized in the shower this morning that I cannot, in fact, be uber-messy during break because [insert list of reasons here]. That's going to be super-exciting. Oh well, c'est la vie. At least I'll be home sans schoolwork!
NoVA next week is tentatively on. Erin and I are car ninjas (with no sense of direction, but we ignore XD). Stitch is an amazing kid, that he is, yep yep yep.
Ack, Trillian is leaving! My soul weeps! No Trillian for a month!
Why am I not doing French? Oh, bugger. Have not gotten yarn for Christmas presents and live where there is approximately Wal-Mart, which has nothing but cheap acryllic yarn that is not fuzzy. Woe. Oh, though. Can drive up to Brandermill and meet Marshall for yarn shopping and pretencious academic accessories. Okay, life is good again. Yo, Marshall, when you want to be doing this yo? Brydon? Carytown as well? Big Richmond shopping day for KT? Feel sorry for KT, yes? XD
I wonder if I could say a Rosary during my French exam? I wonder if I could say it in French?
Believe it or not, this is actually keeping me calm. Sorry for the rambling, kids.
Hmm. I think I need a hug. Will go down to be petted by Sarah, who is convienently immobile and thus always available for petting. That sounded a lot worse than it was supposed to.
Aha! You see. Deep breathing and soothing words does much. Thank the good sweet Lord for Sarah-child. I think people like to feel needed, and I needed her, and it was Good. I am calmer now. I'm hip. Let's ride.