So, today was almost Horrible. Actually, no. It was pretty bad. But not bad in the "I HATE THE WHOLE WORLD EVERYONE SUCKS" way, more in the "I'm so tired I'm going to cry" way. Basically is started with my brain saying "WHY IS IT 7:00 WHY IS THIS ALARM GOING OFF I'M NEVER HAVING A MORNING CLASS EVER AGAIN THIS IS HORRIBLE" Since I have to physically get up to turn my alarm off and I wasn't going back to sleep with that incessant beeping, I got up already hating life.While I was hating my life, I realized that my parents forgot to leave the checkbook so I couldn't buy the rest of my books and complete my homework. Crap.

After I woke up and got dressed life wasn't so bad again but I wasn't hungry. HOWEVER since I have severe anemia I have to eat to take my iron. And I knew I had to take iron because iron = oxygen in my blood which = more oxygen to my organs which = I'm more awake and more able to pay attention.

Which is vital, I'm sure you know. Why go to class if I'm going to sleep? So I ate a half a poptart, took my 325 mg's of iron for the morning and fled. Well, that turned out to be a horrible idea. I got out of bio early, around 9:30, and my stomach was in HORRIBLE PAIN. There is a reason they tell you to take iron with food, trust me. So since I felt like a midget was attacking my stomach with a hammer, the obvious solution was Wendy's Breakfast. Their sandwiches are sketchy, btw. I don't recommend them. I ate it all anyway because I needed something in my stomach to placate the iron midgets living there.

It was then that I realized the checkbook had been in my parents room all along. Now I had to drive back to school to buy two history books. My stupid criminology teacher also didn't bother to mention there was a second book attached to the first and I needed just the second BUT NO. They couldn't sell me JUST that one. Now I have to find it on the internet, hnngh. And it's only 5 dollars, but I have to buy it from a sketchy person through Barnes and Noble and with shipping and tax it's like 10.

ANYWAY. I got home with my books to relax, only to finally get a call back from my oral surgeon saying that I could come pick up my special syringe to clean out my holes. Which is in Liberty. Which is 30 minutes away. I got back into my car and drove out. Then I thought I was going to get delicious Chick-Fil-A but I got lost and confused. Plus I was almost out of gas so I just went home.

Then, as if my day wasn't tiring enough I started frothing at my mouth on the way home (I believe this is linked to the earlier iron incident). And now I'm home, curled up about ready to pass out.