Aside from the fact that I'm being eaten by these stupid bugs, everything's going pretty fine.
So right now...
It's basically 1 in the morning. (Don't believe what the "posted on" thingy at the bottom of this post says).
Mouth sore.
Throat hurts.
Bug-bitten.
Not panic-stricken anymore! I'm on to my 1045 words (word count's 1500)! So far, I like what I have. I'm on my third point, and nearing the conclusion. When this whole agony ends, I'd be the happiest person in the universe (...not...)
Shit. A bug just swooped down.
*inspects bug*
I don't even know what kind of bug it is! It's small and WHITE and it FLIES. Eewww. I am so spraying Baygon in this room (the Computer Room) the moment I finish my essay.
Darn. Bugs. Hate 'em all so much.
GAH. Now I'm itching.
My mouth is sore. My throat hurts. My skin is bug-bitten. What else? Death? The Bubonic Plague? Worse, an allergy?!?!?!
NO. Seriously. I've had one too much already. I'm ITCHING!
Great. Now my beloved dogs are chewing my purple Havaianas to death. Well, it's okay actually. I don't like Havaianas anyway. They're the most overrated creatures in this universe. That's exactly why I don't use them outside the house. Yes, peeps. They're JUST SLIPPERS. I don't care how much they cost. They're STILL slippers. Call it flip-flops or not. They're JUST SLIPPERS. (The world officially hates me now).
Seriously, get real shoes.
They're JUST SLIPPERS!
So right now...
It's basically 1 in the morning. (Don't believe what the "posted on" thingy at the bottom of this post says).
Mouth sore.
Throat hurts.
Bug-bitten.
Not panic-stricken anymore! I'm on to my 1045 words (word count's 1500)! So far, I like what I have. I'm on my third point, and nearing the conclusion. When this whole agony ends, I'd be the happiest person in the universe (...not...)
Shit. A bug just swooped down.
*inspects bug*
I don't even know what kind of bug it is! It's small and WHITE and it FLIES. Eewww. I am so spraying Baygon in this room (the Computer Room) the moment I finish my essay.
Darn. Bugs. Hate 'em all so much.
GAH. Now I'm itching.
My mouth is sore. My throat hurts. My skin is bug-bitten. What else? Death? The Bubonic Plague? Worse, an allergy?!?!?!
NO. Seriously. I've had one too much already. I'm ITCHING!
Great. Now my beloved dogs are chewing my purple Havaianas to death. Well, it's okay actually. I don't like Havaianas anyway. They're the most overrated creatures in this universe. That's exactly why I don't use them outside the house. Yes, peeps. They're JUST SLIPPERS. I don't care how much they cost. They're STILL slippers. Call it flip-flops or not. They're JUST SLIPPERS. (The world officially hates me now).
Seriously, get real shoes.
They're JUST SLIPPERS!
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