my head is ina pile of books, my fingers are typing and im in a train of thought that goes a little like this 'work, work, work, pete, pete, pete, work,work' and im at petes house and he keeps shouting at me to do my work and he is trying to help and he is.
im tired of working but in one week my dissertation will be handed in and i will be a happy happy lady indeed. yucky work i hate it. the galesses of juice are being handed to me so i dont have to leave the computer, cigerette breaks dont come often enough and kisses motivate me. if pete catches me doing this and not working he will stop the chocolate suply- im sure of it.
next week, one week, next week i will be free from this piece of work that has hurt my head for too long.
hope your day is fun, hope your day is nice. where has the sun gone??