| Current mood: |  aggravated |
Make it stop make it stop make it stooooooop
I wish I could come up with something good to write about, but all I can think of is how many names the letter A is in (Alyssa, Ewan, Nat, Hayden, Claire...) and how terribly I wish to crawl back into bed and forget that Star Wars even exists. I'm pretty sure that Lucas hates me; perhaps because I've never held him or filming with him in the highest reguard. I hope he's not expecting me to change my mind, especially when he knows I've only gotten three and a half hours of sleep and I just want to GO HOME.
I'm changing the subject before I go insane and/or whine more. So on to something happier. Hey, weddings are happy, except for the arranged ones. I'm going to Nat's, because as long as she's happy I've no real reason to object to it.
My coffee is gone and my hands are cold again and I'm still tired. I'd get more, but I'd rather wait until later in the day. I'm sneezing and shivering and glaring. What a sight. I don't feel like a Jedi.
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