I call my friends judgmental, attention whores, obnoxious, tardy. I also call them fun and crazy and a riot to be around and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I wonder which of these they will remember for longer?
Albus brings me my favorite yogurt and some oatmeal muffins, and some cranberry juice to ease the pain in my bladder. Without a doubt, he is perfect.
My brain has given up on absorbing any more information about isms or modern theatre, and expects me to wing it when asked to write essays. I think I will have to go with that strategy because I have no idea what else to do. My afternoon of study time was wasted yesterday when I waited for three hours in a doctor's waiting room only to be told that my allergies and my bladder confuse the doctors. They will have to experiment, do tests. I am abnormal in every way.
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