Count Down to 27

*Sigh*

Sick. Always sick. Been sick since I got strep way back when. Still dragging self to school though. Report card time. Birthday quickly approaching. Will be 27. Fine. Hopefully an enjoyable day, but outlook is sadly bleak. Someone please come and fill my bedroom with balloons prior to my awakening on Wednesday morning. Clearly also have PMS since could cry at any point, which is annoying. And there, my friends, you have it. Let's all take sleeping medication and wake up tomorrow. The End.