If I had known about coffee in college, there is a whole class of drugs I might never have tried.
If I do homework alone, do I have to pretend to be motivated? Its like I need someone to be there to prove that I’m motivated. If its just me, forget it, there’s no need for the ruse. I’m tired and I’ve been dreaming in deutsch. Yesterday, after class, Sparky and I went to the gym. I found myself counting in deutsch automatically.
Sparky is out of town again and I have no one but the farting phantom to check my homework.
Mim is in Chemo and I’m about to call her. There’s there something just not right with hearing the word pediatrics connected to the word chemotherapy. It’s a heart pain.
Fin is currently using my leg (clothed) as a ladder and Cleo is using my arms for pillows. I’m a total doormat for these cats. I’ll be giving up my real pillow for Cleo in a few minutes when I hit the sack. Doesn’t matter tonight. I never sleep well when Sparky is gone.
I’m putting off studying my verbs. I’m totally unmotivated. I offered to help Sweet Cheeks with her work today. I have no idea what I was thinking. She’s been quiet since the broken arm. We’ll see how it progresses. That weird dude picked her up again. He’s so creepy. The secret agent in me wants to find out who he “really” is. The scaredy cat in me (the rational part) tells me to leave it alone and not get involved. The creepy dude is really creepy. So much so I wouldn’t dare attempt a secret photo to show you how creepy creepy can be. I’m so not smooth nor subtle. He’d cut me for sure.