I left my lunch at home; I'll get it later. Cran-Apple-Raspberry slim-fast and diet sprite are the greatest inventions of mankind,
Alwyn, if you don't quit reading over my shoulder, I swear to god I'll rip out your spine. Capiche?
as I was saying. Greatest inventions of mankind in all of history or some such. Damn classmates made me lose my train of thought.
I didn't kill everyone when I got to school and was surrounded by people. I'm proud of me.
My nails are still whores.
I forgot my clarinet. I don't know whether to tell Mr. Warren I feel ill and go lie down (I really am queasy; I wouldn't even have to fake it) or just tell him it's in the shop. Leaning towards in the shop; I hate lying down when it's only mild nausea. Just seems to make it worse. Maybe he'll give me mindless filing or some such to distract me.
I have the flying monkey music stuck in my head.
doo-doo-doo-doo doo doo, doo-doo-doo-doo doo doo DOOOOOOO...
... now it's beyond nausea to actually hurting. Dammit. My shoulders are both sore and I have no idea why. Hrm.
Greg is amazed at his prowess because he managed to draw something with a mouse. *rolls eyes*
as soon as I get some semblance of creative drive back I'll whoop his ass in the field of mouse-drawings.