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Let's set the scene.

Friday, I had class, grabbed a coffee, and went to study and do tags. I grabbed BK and about three minutes in, my stomach decided to be majorly unhappy with me. To the point where I didn't think I'd be able to ride the entire way home, let alone bike home from the bus.

So I asked for a ride.

Sunday afternoon, I come back to campus to have an appointment with my partner for an oral Linguistics report. Things go fine, I go back to study for a few hours, and leave twenty minutes before the bus is supposed to show. It gives me time to stop, grab a soda, and grab my bike.

Except there is no bike.

I have a routine and sometimes I mix it up, so I look in the three or four spots I normally park it. Nothing. I look again and then a third time. Absolutely nothing.

This is the point I call the police.

So, as far as I know, my bike's been stolen. I'm going to look tomorrow again every since conceivable spot that I could have parked it, just to make sure that I didn't try a shortcut, but I'm pretty sure I parked it where I always do, which means it's gone.

Then (oh, did you think that was the only thing to happen, silly person?) bugly42's parents take me out to this amazing Italian restaurant to cheer me up. The food is always great and I order what I always get: spaghettini with baby clams in red sauce. It takes about fifteen minutes to get our salads and there are onions on them. Rob (the dad) is allergic to onions and the salads go back. Then Sherry (the mom) finds an onion in her salad and it goes back. The third time her salad comes back, it has blue cheese instead of ranch.

The manager comes over and, while he's talking, Rob realizes that while he didn't taste the onion, he must have had some. Did I mention he's violently allergic? No, he doesn't die or have to go to the hospital, but that's only because he caught it before he could have any more.

Really, this weekend can just end right now.

I haven't had time to do it mostly because I suck at meme's and haven't had time for anything right now (stupid papers).

I do want to say that I love all of you even if I don't always say it. You guys always make my day better. Especially when I get things like this right when I need a little cheering up. You guys rock. Seriously.

I love this song.

Not horrible. I'm about halfway through the paper and I already know that it needs a hell of a lot of revising. At least it's a start. At the moment, I'm BSing my point and I'll tie in outside sources and cut out extraneous information.

803 / 1,800 (44.6%)

In three and a half days (88 hours and 7 minutes, to be exact) I have a 7-page analytical essay to turn in for a class that I haven't done the reading on. Why haven't I done the reading? Because there's been tons of reading for everything else and I've wanted to keep up where I had things like quizzes or midterms. It's only analytical theory, right? Hah. Right. I'm going to be doing tons of internet research over the next day.

Consider this my 'I'm going to be stressed the next few days' notice.

I'm still going to be around and chatting and RPing, but I refuse to do the entire essay on Monday night. So, because of that, I'm going to remind myself just how much I have left to write.

0 / 1,800 (0.0%)

Wish me luck.

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