I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

Of course I wrote that last night, and immediately felt shitty again. Eh, nothing a good nyquil-coma can't cure.

I'm writing to declare that there are only 15 more days of class this semester. Mother of fuck... too many. D:

It's 7:15 and I feel sick to my stomach.
Kristen should be here soon.