Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
The Jazz won yesterday, there are only two weeks left of school, and I got plenty of sleep last night. I woke up this morning and put on a bright pink shirt to celebrate spring and happiness, but much to my dismay, raindrops are falling on my head. We got enough "moisture" this winter (why does everybody use that silly vocabulary in congregational prayers, by the way?)... So why are these little black rainclouds trying to destroy my good mood?
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I've got a little longer... 16 days left--but FOREVER! (hopefully)
Blaine loves these days because it means I'll take the car with no AC. Makes me feel a little less selfish. Even my unselfish acts are selfish. What's wrong with me?