The radio is killing my mind with her raspy voice. Everytime I turn the friggin thing on there she is asking someone to call the doctor something something bipolar....
enough already 94.2 programme operators, I like her but I want the ocd looping Katy Perry to stop and its all your fault for putting her on high rotation.
its lunchtime. At 6am feeling like a drunk coming home after a big night just minus all the FUN, I finished my essay. Im not going to post it, its academic blahhhhhhh, and its not even good academic blah. However it is titled :
" Orality and Literacy: Cultural concepts of communication, the effects of colonisation and literacy on oral traditions in Te Ao Maori. "
That sounded mad clever.
I was trying real hard to be clever, but I think it came off abit short of the 'A' I really want. Poor Seb on the other side of the glass wall had a poo night sleep with my clacking fingers and squeaky chair and buzzy heater. I hope he can forgive me. His lack of rest can really only translate in repayment of my getting a giant salary one day. Hope he doesn't mind waiting for a few years.
4 more days of pain. And then I can see my friends again.
that rhymed.
dumb.
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