And I Don't Care

At this point I really don't give a fuck about anything. All I'm really living for at this point is breakfast each morning. Hey, don't knock the power of breakfast as a motivational tool. Pancakes are enough to get me started these days, which lately have ended up being filled with tension headaches. This week has been pretty enlightening, though. I learned today that I may be going to fail my math class even though I have turned in all of my work up to this point and show up on time to every week and basically paid my instuctor's untenured ass good money for these priviledges. But on the bright side, I get Friday off from work this week (god I love working for the school system) and I fully intend to waste the day that most good little girls would use to study, even though none of my friends can probably come out and play.