I need cake, I need to buy cake. I don't have any money and I know it's never as good as I hope it will be and then I feel dirty and regretful (and ill) but OHMYGODINEEDCAKE right now. This is a horrible horrible week to be me. My brain is like fog. I spent hours last night finding and formatting class material, another hour reformatting and finding it again on the computer in school as my printer's broken. Then I finally had it printed, realised I'd left my plans behind, looked for it at break time to photocopy and it was GONE. I put it somewhere, it will probably appear in my bag the next time I look. Then I brought the wrong cd to class and din't realise til I was trying to play it GAH.
I'm doing a horrible job and I can't seem to get it back together. I wish I could do something mindless like stuffing envelopes instead, something I didn't have to think about outside working hours. I'm tired, I suck, and I need cake :(
I'm doing a horrible job and I can't seem to get it back together. I wish I could do something mindless like stuffing envelopes instead, something I didn't have to think about outside working hours. I'm tired, I suck, and I need cake :(
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Ginger cake. Custard. Value pack Bourbon Creams...
Just wait until your days of PMS'ing and M'ing are over entirely. You will look back on these times with some affection. Truly. I swear.
Ach. I've no problem with the thing in itself, but my hormones aren't quite right and it's far worse than it should be. The cake craving I can deal with, the looney suicidal feelings and endless misery I won't miss, no. I'm pretty much certain of that.
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