Psychobitch from hell...

Staying up until 4:30 am to write three essays in the same night makes me a little crazy. Then waking up at the exact minute your class downtown starts makes me a little more crazy. Hello, alarm, where did you go?

I got my anger out by cleaning. And finishing work. But I really feel like throwing my laptop and my alarm clock and my school books off the balcony, putting on some Birkenstocks and hopping a plane to Spain where I will make a living doing street theatre and selling juice box bags. Or marrying rich to a certain French gentleman... whichever.