My head feels like its being cleaved open with a dull hunk of sedimentary rock.

I skipped three classes today and I don’t care (although I will tomorrow) and I’m just all around miserable.

I’m hiding under a blanket in my silent abode waiting for “dinner time” so I can pop my C tab and guzzle some gaterade.

I’m looking pretty hobo chic today. Maybe I’ll recycle this outfit tomorrow.