My head, eyes, shoul- my entire body is a hurtz
It’s 7.34 in the morning.
The sun is shining brightly, a couple of rays sneaking through some misty clouds.
The trains, trams and buses have started their routes.
The night’s silence is shattered by the blaring radio clocks of working Melbournians.
After 24 hours of intermittently doing bits of work and occupying myself with other distractions, I have finally completed my goddamn fucking shitty wok essay. Finally, I can have that Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup I’d placed in front of me for motivation. (You can now probably hear me publicly mourn the end of my crazy weight-loss schemes as I tearfully accept my own flobby body.) Finally, I can smoke my Mother Theresa, which I’d placed next to me to push me even further.
Finally, it’s over.
WHATTHEFUCK YEHHH YAYYY OHMYGOD I SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE IT YAYYYY- zzz.
P.S. I’m so over the moon that I can’t even process the fact that I have three assignments due next week, two of which are fucking major like Peter North’s-penis-size major. :/
