Mom made enchiladas today. I don’t like enchiladas.
ahhhh, AAHHHHH, ahhh, AAAAHHHH, THE TEST IS ON FRIDAY!!!!
The last few days I haven’t studied much, at least it doesn’t feel that way. Other things have come up and concentrated on those for a while. I’ll tell you about them once it pans out. Hopefully they end up well.
AAHHHHH, ahhh, AAAAHHHH, THE TEST IS ON FRIDAY!!!!
I think I’m getting sick. ACHOO! sniffle. . .
“Deep within the soul of the lonely caged bird / Beats the rhythm of a distant forest / Etched upon its broken heart / The faded memory of flight.” -Ginni Bly, poet (b. 1945)