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I feel rather cranky today.

Is it because my chicken sandwich fell apart when I tried to cut it?

Is it because I was late this morning because of the stupid congestion on Leach Hwy?

Is it because I papercutted across my blister with my science book (which, by the way, is the most excrutiatingly PAINFUL thing you cannot imagine. It should have been a medieval torture method)?

Is it because no one did any research for Friday's booklet and I felt really angry because I've been trying so hard to prepare for it and sent a very angry email to everyone?

Is it because I couldn't get to Student Services to ask about volunteering for City to Surf (which, I doubt I would be able to, because it was under 'SS Info' on the Portal and I think it is only for girls who wish to complete their community service hours)?

Is it because no one has updated the blog I've been dying to read for more than a week already?

Is it because Mr Gaby was relief for English today?

Is it because we had to row so damn much at training?

Is it because my mother is trying to convince me tutoring little kiddies is a good idea?

Is it because my mother also told me jokes that not only were not funny but also did not make any sense?

Is it because my mother then yelled at me for being cranky because I was not laughing at her joke (which, incidentally, was not because I was cranky)?

Is it because Restaurant City wouldn't load?

Is it because I have to get up early for choir tomorrow morning?

Is it because I AM REALLY TIRED?

Yes.
Maybe.
I don't know.

But at least tomorrow will be a good day. Cabaret yeowwww!

Anyway I need to research for Friday. Forward, ho!

Conversation

[It was already dark. My mother and I are on the way home. The radio is tuned to ABC Classical FM]

Mother: There are photos of boys on your desktop
Me: (!!) Ohh...er, oh yeah he's my friend...
Mother: Oh ok. Is he really smart?
Me: Yeah very
Mother: Oh ok. He looks pretty ugly
Me: ...