It can't be done.
Okay, it can sorta be done -- but very slowly and with lots of mistakes and swearing. You know what? I give up for tonight. I had all these grand plans to get amazing stuff done tonight (why can't I remember to change the text to the polls via FB? Okay, that doesn't make sense to anyone but me), but it's not happening with this insane headache that I have. What's the headache from? Weather maybe. Dehydration maybe. Very likely it's from having my hair in this tight pony tail all day. YUCK. Alright. Tomorrow will be more productive, tomorrow will be more productive. If I keep saying it, it'll come true, right?
(Dear headache, go away)
Okay, it can sorta be done -- but very slowly and with lots of mistakes and swearing. You know what? I give up for tonight. I had all these grand plans to get amazing stuff done tonight (why can't I remember to change the text to the polls via FB? Okay, that doesn't make sense to anyone but me), but it's not happening with this insane headache that I have. What's the headache from? Weather maybe. Dehydration maybe. Very likely it's from having my hair in this tight pony tail all day. YUCK. Alright. Tomorrow will be more productive, tomorrow will be more productive. If I keep saying it, it'll come true, right? (Dear headache, go away)
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