lets be honest, its a far too common occurrence in my life.
last night was terrible; i'm talking four hours of sleep.
reruns of psych on hulu and the promise of the weekend
are literally the only things keeping me sane.
(& skipping school.)
one // happily drive your car out of the school parking lot at the beginning of lunch, waving to the security guy as you drive past.
two // pull into your driveway, walk in the house, and announce to your mother that you aren't going back to class until one thirty.
three // make yourself a really good chicken sandwich, along with a cookie and a glass of milk.
four // daydream about summertime.
five // drink a large vanilla coke.
six // take a nap.
seven // repeat.