Woke up with unhealed cuts on my feet and hands to the sound of a crash, which was the sound of a printer, thousands of pens and everything falling from an unstable shelf and onto the floor; I&R is still not finished and I have to trapaise to school to hand it up.
Do forgive me if I’m in a bad mood.
EDIT: I just bled all over the floor and my mom helped me apply plasters to my feet so I can walk slightly better and I&R is going swimmingly I guess.
Shit I just spent my 123rd post on an angry morning rant.
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