Rob: So she's curled up by the fire, reading her favorite book?

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Rob: Don't you dare pimp out my chicken.

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Darn it. Hauled ass to Wendy's, or, rather, got Rob to haul my ass to Wendy's and I wasn't that hungry but I just really wanted something warm and I really wanted to get a chili and some crackers and is that too much to ask at 12:30 am in the morning? I don't think so.

But no! What happened to eating great? even late? eh? eh? hmph.

I want my chili.

Tired. I wonder what would happen if I didn't write up my psych paper that is due tomorrow...what if I just went to class and didn't hand it in? I mean, he doesn't actually collect it. I could go in and go out with no problem. What if I worked on it tomorrow instead and handed it in Thursday and just say, "i forgot the hand this in on Tuesday?"

he'd probably just say "oh, okay" and take it and that would be the end of that.

But no. I will try to get as much done as I can tonight. after a brief nap. or should i not risk it?

Can't find my checkbook. This is bad.

Why am I such a nut job?