I woke up this morning angry. Angry at having to look at a book for ages and wondering why I couldn't find out whether Bismarck liked pancakes despite the title being "German rulers and their pastry preferences' and then having an argument about what a proper pancake was with some girl who appeared in a caravan and was somehow my girlfriend only I wanted to leave her because she kept asking me stupid questions about Bismarck which I then had to go look up and couldn't find.
When I walked past the mirror I checked to see nothing was wrong. Face seemed fine, nothing new. Tshirt on the right way, good, good. Pause for yawn. Then a cough. Still got the cold I see. Darn. Eyes slowly roll their way upwards and...wow.
I had Cloud hair.
Actual proper, big spike sticking straight up and defying reason, Cloud hair.
I wish I could have taken a picture but then everyone would have to see my morning face.
I'm debating whether I have the energy for lectures. I wouldn't mind if the lecture theatres were at least a little comfy but I can barely keep myself upright, let alone balance myself on a pew and write on a teeny piece of table. Worst part of it is I have to go to the library at least sometime before Monday at 11am. Man can I not be bothered with that.
Whoever gave me this cold, I dun like you.
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