Sometimes I hate being a girl.
Boys get food, females, and football. Girls get pain, periods, and pregnancy.
And cramps. Don't forget the cramps!
Oh, and not only do I have a rough draft due on Thursday, I have to write the rough draft and then decide between it and my comparison/contrast essay and make a final out of whichever one I choose.
Thank goodness I like my comparison/contrast essay, so this rough draft doesn't have to be superb and I can just pick that one.
I woke up with a pounding headache.
I went to class with a pounding headache.
I've spent all day with a pounding headache.
Is it Friday yet???????????????