It's 3am. I finished my political science take-home final essay. It's complete shit, but at least I'll get a few points rather than none. 35% of my grade on this one thing. Maybe I'll still pull a B in the class.
Pixel is hacking worse than my grandfather used to in the mornings. I swear she can't breathe while she's doing that. I gave her some of the hairball medicine that Rachel had left here, but I know it's not going to work immediately... I hope she starts feeling better sometime. :(
I think it's pretty obvious where I'm headed next. To bed... sleeep....
Pixel is hacking worse than my grandfather used to in the mornings. I swear she can't breathe while she's doing that. I gave her some of the hairball medicine that Rachel had left here, but I know it's not going to work immediately... I hope she starts feeling better sometime. :(
I think it's pretty obvious where I'm headed next. To bed... sleeep....