Whatever I do . . .

I have a huge fucking stack of laundry to take care of. I'm actually setting my alarm clock for early in order to have time to take care of it.

Why haven't I been able to do my laundry in so long? It's not that I've been idle. I've been very busy. Although I'm filled with more chagrin than accurate recollection whenever I try to remember what kept me so busy. All I seem to see in my minds eye are those annoying advertisements that pop up in their own Internet Explorer windows from time to time.

There're so many things I've neglected. I went over them in my head earlier to-day . . . *sigh*.

School starts on Monday. And I think it's gonna be for real this time. Hm . . .

Oh Mr. Journal. You shall not keep me up 'till sunrise. You shall not!

I make my escape . . . NOW!!!

Run feet! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunn!!!!!!!

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