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Whining: Read at your own risk.

No, this is not going to be a deeply philosophical post about whining. This is going to be me, whining. Get ready.
Guess what I don't want to do right now? I don't want to write my paper. I don't want to practice the piano. I don't want to do finals or go to class. I just dont' want to be a responsible human being. I don't want to feel sick or tired.
Guess what I do want to do? Go home and fall asleep on my bed. I might not even make it to my bed. I might crash on the couch before I get there. And then wake up and read a book all day. I could pick "Great Expectation" back up or borrow "Hunger Games" from Andria. I could sleep, and read, and watch a movie, and maybe get some cuddling in there too, and order a pizza just for me, except that that doesn't sound appetizing so maybe just some cereal...
Anyways, I don't want to do anything.
But guess what, I have to. So I might as well. I got this out of my system and now it's time to get to work. Get off of facebook. Stop checking my phone for texts every 5 seconds. Just write the freaking paper. I don't have to work today, which is brilliant. However, I just wasted an hour browsing the internet and griping to myself. Let's not lose any more hours, Karissa.

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