March 1st, 2002
I was downstairs right at 5:45 this morning and I guess Angie and everyone had already left for the PT test without me. Dammit. This is now a week straight that I haven't been able to make it to PT for one reason or another; all week it was homework, and now this. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
I'm going to go back to bed, go to class, pick Colin up at the airport, and pretend that my day really starts at 12:30 when his plane gets here.
I'm going to go back to bed, go to class, pick Colin up at the airport, and pretend that my day really starts at 12:30 when his plane gets here.
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:Prozzak - www.nevergetoveryou
