Once a planner, always a planner

I called again, third times a charm. Meaning I spoke to her and she said it was allright, just like I thought she would but it's better to ask her.

I didn't even realize the time had gotten to be so much, but I noticed my mum was going to bed so I started wondering. I'm not going down just yet, I still have some stuff to do. Yes, I suck. Better get to it then, no more chances. Or... I could go up earlier and do it tomorrow morning. Cause we have a Cooper test in the morning, but with this throat I ain't running nothing. So I don't start until ten something and then I could be up by eight and study for an hour. Sounds good.


Comments

Comment this post:

Name:
Remember me?

E-mail address: (will not show!)

URL/Blog address:

Comment:

Trackback
RSS 2.0