Christmas miracle

I need a miracle. Its more than physical- what I need. Its mental. At 6 am this morning I despirately needed something to get me through my fearsome hangover- the kind of hangover you get not from any physical drug, but rather from a bang up, jam out with your clam out kind of adventuresome weekend chased with a 4 hour midnight study session burnout. So swept my hair behind a red satin headband, pulled on my jackie'O velvet button up and a pair of mary janes and packed a candy cane for lunch- I was hoping for the only thing that would get me through the day- a Christmas Miracle.



I mean don't get me wrong. I am a professional. Th.is is the stuff I live for. After 18 years of schooling I feel ultimately prepared for nothing more than taking classes- so that is what I am doing. Taking classes so that I can apply to programs to take more classes- and maybe someday all critics aside I could teach classes. And I did fine. everythings fine. "Totally fine" moto of my fucking college carriers.

Right what am I even saying here.



so what I am tryyyyying to say is what a day. Not even though- right. It was pretty much the same as everyday- and in a way that miracle must have pulled through for me, because today? today was relatively painless.



Starting with a roommate who slept in my bed which domino effect lead to me sleeping on a cloud. With such strong convictions and such little sleep I sold my christmas miracle shit to ria who needless to say was in full support and I am not just talking about a full coverage over the shoulder boulder holder here- I mean she as per usual was a strong proponant of my cockaminie plan to pass my microbio test (pending my ability to make it through a 10 hour work day prior). Not a bad cast at work today. No shane this week meaning a little less cock and bullshit and also one third less patients. Chu-ching!



Ate frozen yogurt with blackberries for lunch. Sponsored the rest of the day with manager's special green seedless grapes, diet coke and sugar.