Rubbish.
I woke up three times this morning. The first time my mom came into my room to ask me things I didn't want to answer and to tell me things I didn't want to hear. The second time, in a state of semi-consciousness, I signed onto Facebook and thought I saw something that didn't exist. The third time I slowly gained full consciousness because in my dream I kept hearing an incessant buzzing sound which turned out to by my confounded alarm.
What a lovely day.
Checked that National Weather website just now. Apparently there's "an excessive heat" warning. Go figure. Speaking of figures, mine has finally gone back to normal. Raging female hormones and bloating do not mix well in this ridiculous weather. Of course, "normal" might mean a little extra meat here and there. However, for reasons undecipherable at the moment, I could care less. I'm indecisively content with the way I am.
I suppose quoting Jean Kerr would suffice in this situation. According to her, "The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible."
Word.
Enjoy the greatness that is the Rubiks cube.
