…………I was up all night.
Doing my history paper.
My eyes are red.
My brain is dead.
And I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really need a neck rub……..
………time to go to work………….
Why type of history calss do you have?
I find it amusing that even when you complain it sounds and feels like glorious poetry.
All nighters….that is one thing I DON’T miss!