This weekend has been wicked boring, mostly consisting of studying in my room with AC, leaving my room, then going back, because it is like 85˚ in my house. ALTHOUGH
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Today I went chez le docteur and, guess what! I have an irrgular heartbeat. Or something. So tomorrow I have to wear this holster thing. Nope... it's a... halter. Yeah, that's it. (A holster contains one's gun.) Anyway, I have all these electrode things stuck to my chest to monitor my heartbeat for 24 hrs. It looks kinda cool.
These flash cards make me want to... not do flashcards. I have a bad feeling about this English paper, probably founded loosely on the fact that I haven't really done any work on it and will probably leave it till the last few days.
Hello. You probably aren't reading this, because no one reads this.
But... Today, a great thing happened to me. I was working on these WTFin' flash cards when, all of a sudden, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. My mother comes in, with a plate, and, upon it, a piece of cake. Cake!
Today and yesterday I have been extremely tired. Really really tired. Apparently 7 hrs of each weeknight and 12 on the weekend doesn't cut it. Yesterday I did something for the first time in a good ten years. I took a nap, which I enjoyed.