I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name
ayradyss

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It's too darn hot.

It's like 10:00 in the morning, and my brain is already melting.

Skidoo!
And all that jazz!


Sometimes I hate living in the Midwest. It goes from cold and bone-dry in the winter to hot and swimmingly humid in the summer. Consulting the temperature-sensitive mouse pad at my side...its' only 80-85º. Could've fooled me.

Anatomy remedial exam is Friday. Friday Friday Friday. And I'm flat-out terrified that I'm somehow going to fail it.

Oh, Fred?
Yeah?
Nobody walks out on me! *bang*
Sweetheart....
Oh, don't sweetheart me, you sonofabitch! *bang*

Whoopee. Hot-cha. Jazz!


I love Chicago. The city somewhat less than the musical, but they'll both do in a pinch. Ah. well. My brain is melting once more. I'm going back to the one air-conditioned room in our house to study until I know I won't fail.

Pop. Six. Squish. Uh-uh. Cicero. Lipschitz.
He had it coming.
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