What a somehow intriguing emo title.
Anyway, today I went back to work for the first time in a week. And I loved* it. :)
I registered for classes.
I worked on notes/edits for my story for over an hour, or at least nearly an hour.
I think if I stick with it, I'll actually have something worth reading--FINALLY.
I've a lot to say hence why you should read my scars.
I've blogged twice today. :) And I think I'm liking blogger better--even though no one reads that shit. At least I know I did something so to speak.
<3 I hope I've the motivation to get up early and go jog tm. I doubt I will. Even when Fuzzy wakes me up @ 5:30, I kick him and roll back over. Not kick really--this morning I threw tootsie rolls at him until he left me alone. :) I do love him though. He's precious.
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