The mother is being a bitch.
It's not what I need.. holidays come for fucking good reason.
So I'm sitting at my computer and the mother bear is coming into the room every half hour or so to tell me to go to bed. I'm supposed to get up early and attend three hours of fucking chemistry. That fucker. I'm also just going to try and avoid talking about this because it's upsetting me.
Now she's come in again to tell me to go to bed and that she will wait for me. Fabulous. I wish she would just leave me alone.
Large amounts of grog would be good for a time like this.
