"Wasn't this your life? Your life...?"

...Nobody told me what 'getting bloodwork' done meant.

*bursts into tears*

I have half an hour, then, before I go off and get STABBED IN THE ARM---

Oh, God, I'm so scared of needles. ;_; Ahhhhhh. I'm going to diieeee. I remember how scary it was when I got my TB shots for work, and I don't have prominent veins and she stabbed me all over my arm before she found one--and the second time, when he said it wasn't going to hurt and he was lying, and-- *flails panicky*

This. Changes. Everything. Ahhhhh I don't want to gooooooo....!

;_;

(On a less OMG FLAIL note, Lillie, I've been having Fantasticks dreams.)

EDIT: NEVER MIND. I hope I DO DIE of my bloodwork. I just realised that the homework assignment I have to turn in to-day for Scum Club is to be written on the worksheet, not drawn up on another piece of paper. Unfortunately, I went through and corrected all my teacher's grammatical errors in pen. OhGODjustletmedienow.

*curls up in a ball and makes dying noises, thankyou*

"Man Could Go Quite Man Could Go Quite Man Could Go Quite Mad...!"

Still alive!

On the second count, only by telling the instructor that I'd accidentally left my homework at home, thereby giving me another week to think of something clever to do about the fact that I'm an elitist grammar bitch. *flails* I like Zara's idea. We may try to work with that.

Meantime, I believe I've broken our printer. After we finally bought a new one, after being printerless since January, and everyone talking about how wonderful it is finally to have a printer again. So I may, after all, die.

Fiiiiish, what time are you telephoning?

Miss Kylee, may I cling to you? And will you be here to-night?

I have no tape, and I need tape, alas. Also need to finish treadmilling; have ten minutes left. And must clean my room. And watch Hamlet, finally...! My to-do list is unbearably mundane, except for the Hamlet part.

I think I am going quite mad. Er. In a half-amused, half-someone-come-save-me-please-;_; sort of way.

How did it get to be four-thirty already?

"Is Your Figure Less than Greek...?"

That was worth for waiting for for-ever for! *twirls around in circles, in circles, in circles, and am wearing a white skirt to-day and it goes billowing out to the sides when I twiiiiirl---!*

Oh, I love Fish, truly I do. To-morrow can't be bad, the rest of to-day must be heavenly...! I love, I love...

Amo.

Latina est gaudium, ergo I can't help breaking out into it in my euphoria, or that's what I think. Goodness. Oh! For heaven's sake, what am I doing here, I shouldn't be here, I'm going upstairs.

You know, it only hurt a little when she drew blood, it wasn't the way it was when they gave me my TB shots for work, and then she put beautiful green tape around my arm to hold on the cotton...

I'm so happy, et in amorem. Ama me? Miss Fish, oscula me...! Amo te.