I am figuratively brain dead, so pardon my inability to make words come out and put them in the correct order while typing sentences. (If it hasn’t happened yet, it’s an imminent occurrence, I’m just warning you.)
I literally spent about 48 hours straight studying for a biology test (okay, not literally, but I haven’t done any other homework since Monday night, and it only took a half hour to calculate FIFO and LIFO). It did not go as well as I would have hoped. Fortunately, there are about 200 more points left to bring my grade up to a solid B. I just, you know, have to earn about 199 of them to do it.
Hyperboles everywhere. It’s a grammatical invasion and I can’t stop it.
See what happens when I don’t sleep enough, and run five miles in six trillion percent humidity, and take a test that hurts my feelings, and sit through a lecture about viruses and parasites that I really hope never ever enter my body (ever)?
I have not written anything today as of yet (other than an essay about the functions of the liver, but we’re not discussing this anymore). I have the document open but I’m debating whether I want to crank out a thousand words (my goal for the day) before doing my bank reconciliation assignment or the other way around.
I know. The responsible grown-up thing to do would be to put homework first.
But I don’t feel like being a responsible grown-up. I’m not even 21 yet. Let me have a little fun.
Maybe I’ll just take a nice long nap instead.