Last night I was talking to myself--check this post for proof that it's not weird for me--and I realized something. I often have revelations when talking to myself. It's a good way to learn what makes me tick--and what makes me tick often scares me.
Anyway, I realized why I tried to rush back into my normal routine after my appendectomy. I want to show that I'm not useless, and the person I'm trying hardest to prove this to is myself. I guess the Brave Little Toaster left deeper scars than just my hatred of clowns--or maybe I'm just a messed-up person.
In other news, the reason for yesterday's post was to point out that I got a letter in relation to this post, stating that the financial aid had gone through, and I wouldn't have to worry--two days after I'd have to have paid my tuition. Unfortunately, I forgot that while writing the post, so here it is.
Well, I need to leave for my one class soon, so I'll cut this post short.
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