one day my throat shall be so infected that it swells up so much it'll explode.
why can't my throat just be normal?
okay so,
i'm sick.
what a perfect way to end my perfect week.
shaikha freaked me out this morning.
she showed me scratch marks on her arm which looked incredibly freaky.
shaikha: i don't know how i got them. maybe ghost.
me: -runs away screaming hysterically-
great, shaikha.
and then after drama she went hysterical looking for her SOCKS.
shaikha's incredibly crazy.
screwed up english summary.
plan for tonight:
i'll stay at home and not watch ghost whisperer, thanks to channel five, who stopped showing it.
maybe i can continue doing DEP script. not really in the mood though.
sigh. writing about a nine year-old and her imaginary friend, larry(LOL), is just weird.
i still have to think of names for the stupid non-existant characters.
can't keep using the name 'ah', can i?
its strange though, the deeper i go into this piece, the more depressed i feel about adulthood. adulthood seems so... depressing?
okay. so that shall be my plan for tonight.
indulge in depression and reflect about adulthood. and think of names.
i wonder if my grandma has a baby names book.
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