Number of naps so far today: 0
Number of calories burned: 0
Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8
Stuffiness level: 4
Number of sighs today: not enough
I can't pack tonight because I'm too tired. Got home to have my grandma tell me I smelled like someone's aftershave. Wouldn't believe me when I said it was nothing. Wish it was something though. Sometimes I think I'll end up like Bridget Jones' always thought she would; a spinster. But in the end she gets Mr. Darcy... so everything will be ok.
Damn you Jane Austen for giving me unrealistic ideas about men!
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