![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
FRAS. An RA seminar where none of us know what the hell is going on, but everyone seems to expect us to not just know, but to be in five different places at the same time.
I don't usually smoke, but this bullshit is making me a god damn cigarette like a motherfucker. And none of that menthol bullshit, either.
Too bad I'm too broke for it.
Update: Hey guys! I found out why I'm being so grumpy? Anyone care to take a guess?
My mother, God bless her soul, sent me a care package chock full o' tea and chocolate and, after I explained the heinous overdrafts fees that ate my savings, donated sufficient funds to get me through the next week. I now feel A LOT BETTER.
Note to self: Nominate mother for sainthood.
I don't usually smoke, but this bullshit is making me a god damn cigarette like a motherfucker. And none of that menthol bullshit, either.
Too bad I'm too broke for it.
Update: Hey guys! I found out why I'm being so grumpy? Anyone care to take a guess?
My mother, God bless her soul, sent me a care package chock full o' tea and chocolate and, after I explained the heinous overdrafts fees that ate my savings, donated sufficient funds to get me through the next week. I now feel A LOT BETTER.
Note to self: Nominate mother for sainthood.
