IT'S ALL ME

I woke up today with a bellyache.

Pardon my manners, or lack thereof. Good morning, and how was your night?

Anyways I woke up with a bellyache today, right now I feel like the right choice to be a muse for one of Billie Eilish’s songs. I mostly feel unwell, and I know that can be attributed to the fact that I decided to fry some potatoes and yam by 1am in the morning and snack on it (don’t judge me, I was terribly hungry… okay I take that back, you should probably judge me.

My stomach is doing it so why shouldn’t you?) Anyways I studied late into the night and did not consider the possibility of hunger. Then it struck, bam! And I was left with no choice. Between potatoes looking so good under the bulbs luminescent glow, and the fact that whatever was in my stomach was already taking a chunk out of my organs, I had to give in and eat greasy fries in the middle of the night, much to my own peril. 

So the test is finally tomorrow, am I done with the textbook? No! Will I succeed in finishing the textbook prior to the test? Probably not, but we shall see (I certainly hope so, I don’t want to fail). But will I pass the test? God willing. And God is always willing to do good things for me so I take that as a ‘Yes’. Settled it is then, I shall come back here and brag about my A’s. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

If you’re wondering why my writing has an ancient tone to it, that’s probably because I have been watching ‘The Great’ and have been greatly influenced by the way the Russians talk.