dead beat kid


Man oh man, my legs feel like they're wrapped in concrete and I'm reduced to marching around like one of those stiff toy soldiers. And it doesn't help that I felt like a big walking blob of snot all yesterday and today. Makes a girl feel really special when she's continously showered with remarks to the effect of, "My God--, you look horrible."

But other than the masochistic urge manifested in my running track this year and my overall physical non-wellness, I'm just peachy really.

As Co-captain of the Chess team, I'm happy to announce that we had our first meeting today. Only, we forgot to bring the chessboards. And zat is all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to crawl away and pass out on some godforsaken corner.

(Oyy from those in agreement with my skipping Community Orchestra tonight *jumps up and down, 'oyyy! oyy!'*)

02.04.03 - 5:44 p.m.


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