I would be a really good smoker. Cause when I have stuff that I have got to do, I need something in my mouth. I think that that is what you call an oral fixation. But I am not sure.
I do know that at this rate I am going to be fat, have severe acne, or diabetes, by the time I am done with school. When it comes time to study for a test, I have to have something crammed in my mouth in order to concentrate. Let's see..this evening it's a plate of bacon, M&M's and a tootsie pop.
I think my eyelids are so tired they are going to bleed. Murphy's Law says that the day before I have two tests and the rewrite of my paper due, I will catch a head cold. I am only alive because of Tylenol Cold.
Oh, and Gavin left the ham out on the table this morning. The kitten snuck up and ate some, and then proceeded to barf all over my bedroom floor (thank you kitten for at least having the courtesy not to yack on my sheets). Gavin comes and gives me the news with the it-was-your-stupid-decision-to-get-that-stupid-cat-so-don't-even-think-i-am-touching-that-barf-even-though-i-am-the-one-who-left-the-ham-out. Truth be told, I did actually witness the kitten eating the ham, and I was so tired, I just thought, "What's the worst that could happen?" And that's what I get for tempting fate. So I cleaned up feline-ham-barf. Isn't that like the most disgusting sentence you have ever read? Oy...enough already. When is it Friday?