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Owwwww.

I hate hormones. Painters+gym=arrrrrgh.

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My leg still hurts like hell, but I have my homework mostly done (okay, I made a real effort, math sucks), and tiny things make me feel loved. Seriously. If ya'll are ever worried I'm not appreciating you, like, wave something shiny my way. It works, I swear.

*thinks*I hope the dress rehearsal doesn't last until much after 5:30, otherwise I might miss Pushing Daisies. And then I might kill someone, that I might.