Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I HATE MIDTERMS

So, it's relatively early, yes.
I've studied...yes. ("Studied" is a relative term in my world.)
Tomorrow, my fate is pronounced.
I've decided not to care. To be "care-less." Gorgeous.

I am so weary of being weary.
I am retired. I was tired yesterday, and I'm tired again today...

Alright.
I'm going to bed. To sleep, if I can.

Sleep, those little slices of death. Oh, how I loathe them.
-Edgar Allen Poe

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