filling the house with smoke (with an evil toaster that sometimes never pops if you’re not paying attention to it) is not a good way to start this tuesday. final paper due in three hours, already hit the max page limit, still not done. alkhslkjdklfjdslkjfd i just wanna be done.
reading the recently released social security name data to my boyfriend in bed, not working on my final paper that i have yet to research or write at all but is due in less than 48 hours, and generally feeling totally fine.
i’m hungover 12 hours later and really want ice cream and gummi bears.
“squawk” is a weird word.