Whyyyyyyyyy am I such trash?
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People who deserve a better wife: Nate
People who have a husband that is way too good to them: Me
People who should be thrown into the river: Also me
The end.
Dr. Seuss for clouds: “Oh, the Places You’ll Snow!”
Oh my god, I want a Subway tuna sandwich so bad right now. It’s 3 in the morning, but hell, that’s when I usually have dinner anyway. Too bad the closest Subway is like 3 miles away (and is probably closed).
GOD, DELIVER UNTO ME A SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH.
IT’S BEEN THREE MINUTES. I HAVE NO SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH. ERGO, THERE IS NO GOD.
Logic.
(Sorry, I’m really hyper tonight.)
Welcome to Mediocrity City. Population: Claudia
I am so fantastically stupid.
Enough of this nonsense
Anybody who knows me knows I don’t deviate from my schedule unless for a drastic reason.
The fact that I considered my actually getting out of bed this morning a miracle akin to Jesus rising from the dead, I counted that as a drastic reason.
That’s right. I, Claudia, almost stayed in bed and abandoned my commitments.
After going to the doctor this morning I said “screw life” and went home.
That’s right. I, Claudia, didn’t go to campus.
Had to go for a run, ‘cause not going to campus meant not going to the rec center.
Had to research, ‘cause if I get behind on that I might as well quit.
But after those two necessary tasks, I played Fallout for three hours then passed out in bed for a stint.
That’s right. I, Claudia, essentially took a nap.
THIS STUFF DOESN’T HAPPEN, PEOPLE.
Remainder of the evening involved a shower, freaking awesome pasta and broccoli, M&Ms, and really, really good music.
Will life as I know it return tomorrow?
STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!
HOLY CRAP I’M HYPER.
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