They are plenty. It is now Monday. I have spent most of my Sunday on my knees, leaning over a male doll with ridiculously toned abs (though with surprisingly realistic response to blowing into the mouth), ripping open and zipping up his undersized jacket repeatedly, and performing CPR. My silver bracelet got in the way and I bruised the inside of my wrist badly. Our instructor was delighted of course, because that meant he got to demonstrate on me how to bandage a wrist properly. Ugh.
Speaking of injuries, I discovered this dark, round bruise on top of my foot while I was in the shower. Like right above my toes. Could it be my boot-pumps from last Friday when I went to that party at school? I suspect so. And that reminds me I gotta update my keeping tabs.
Writing is not coming along as easily as reading right now. I'll be done with Kafka soon. Also, I just watched Seven Pounds tonight. And I'm not sure I liked the ending. We're going to watch a film in philosophy class today, our new subject is democracy, so I'm kind of excited to know what kind of film it is. There weren't enough people for philosophy class to make into 3.G, so I'm going to take P.E. instead. Can't hurt me, right? At least I'll be exercising more.
I got up at 7 am this morning. This does not qualify as a weekend.
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