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Jan. 16th, 2004 04:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI think I'm going to fucking cry before whacking the Law teacher with a big stick.
I woke up this morning and I honestly thought that one of the springs from my admittingly shabby matress had exploded into my stomach in a strange alien baby way. Judging by the lack of blood, one of them obviously hadn't, but it was a similiar pain, and it kept on going and GOING. It hurt to touch my stomach, and let's not go into the trouser scenario. I went onto the bus, and I kept on hoping and praying it would go away, and it didn't all through politics. But I held on for one simple reason:
I really really wanted to do that speech.
So, I stagger off to the law classroom, and the time has been moved to 1.30pm. I don't think so. I phoned Dad and got picked up and went home, and have felt thoroughly miserable ever since. Because I worked so damned hard on that speech, and I don't have the chance to do it...
And typically, my stomach feels... well... fine isn't the word, because it's still twingy and painful. But it's bearable. And it's not
I woke up this morning and I honestly thought that one of the springs from my admittingly shabby matress had exploded into my stomach in a strange alien baby way. Judging by the lack of blood, one of them obviously hadn't, but it was a similiar pain, and it kept on going and GOING. It hurt to touch my stomach, and let's not go into the trouser scenario. I went onto the bus, and I kept on hoping and praying it would go away, and it didn't all through politics. But I held on for one simple reason:
I really really wanted to do that speech.
So, I stagger off to the law classroom, and the time has been moved to 1.30pm. I don't think so. I phoned Dad and got picked up and went home, and have felt thoroughly miserable ever since. Because I worked so damned hard on that speech, and I don't have the chance to do it...
And typically, my stomach feels... well... fine isn't the word, because it's still twingy and painful. But it's bearable. And it's not
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I think I'm going to fucking <i>cry</i> before whacking the Law teacher with a big stick.
I woke up this morning and I honestly thought that one of the springs from my admittingly shabby matress had exploded into my stomach in a strange alien baby way. Judging by the lack of blood, one of them obviously <i>hadn't</i>, but it was a similiar pain, and it kept on going and GOING. It hurt to touch my stomach, and let's not go into the trouser scenario. I went onto the bus, and I kept on hoping and praying it would go away, and it didn't all through politics. But I held on for one simple reason:
<b>I really really wanted to do that speech.</b>
So, I stagger off to the law classroom, and the time has been moved to 1.30pm. I don't think so. I phoned Dad and got picked up and went home, and have felt thoroughly miserable ever since. Because I worked so damned <i>hard</i> on that speech, and I don't have the chance to do it...
And typically, my stomach feels... well... fine isn't the word, because it's still twingy and painful. But it's bearable. And it's not <i<fair</i>.
I gave Susie the speech with a note attached along the lines of: "Look, this is what I wrote. I did the preperation work, but I can't do this, I'm really not feeling well, please let me have a go on Monday..." I need to e-mail Susie and ask her.
And now I have a feeling I should eat, since haven't yet, but I really don't fancy the idea.
Useless body never ever does what I want it to.
~Hathy_Col~
I woke up this morning and I honestly thought that one of the springs from my admittingly shabby matress had exploded into my stomach in a strange alien baby way. Judging by the lack of blood, one of them obviously <i>hadn't</i>, but it was a similiar pain, and it kept on going and GOING. It hurt to touch my stomach, and let's not go into the trouser scenario. I went onto the bus, and I kept on hoping and praying it would go away, and it didn't all through politics. But I held on for one simple reason:
<b>I really really wanted to do that speech.</b>
So, I stagger off to the law classroom, and the time has been moved to 1.30pm. I don't think so. I phoned Dad and got picked up and went home, and have felt thoroughly miserable ever since. Because I worked so damned <i>hard</i> on that speech, and I don't have the chance to do it...
And typically, my stomach feels... well... fine isn't the word, because it's still twingy and painful. But it's bearable. And it's not <i<fair</i>.
I gave Susie the speech with a note attached along the lines of: "Look, this is what I wrote. I did the preperation work, but I can't do this, I'm really not feeling well, please let me have a go on Monday..." I need to e-mail Susie and ask her.
And now I have a feeling I should eat, since haven't yet, but I really don't fancy the idea.
Useless body never ever does what I want it to.
~Hathy_Col~
