YARGH!

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Tomorrow is George's birthday. His thirtieth birthday, actually.

And I haven't.

Gotten.

Paid.

YET.

FNARGH!!!

We're supposed to go to dinner. I wanted to get stuff to make him a birthday cake.

There are THINGS that I need to DO.

*twitchveinpoptwitchTWITCH*

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!

*niamh grits her teeth and makes up a variety of new and interesting-sounding curse words, though largely made-up, because she is trying to watch her language these days*

STUPID.

COLLEGE.

STUPID.

JOB.

STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID.

RRRRAR.

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