GAAAAAAAAAH!

Here I am, insanely tired, having had less than four hours of sleep, yet dragging myself out of bed for my 9am writing class.

Guess who doesn`t show up- Mr. I -like-to-fucking-play-air-guitar-in-class.

That`s right, my esteemed teacher, Dr Michael Lahey, didn`t think it necessary to either come teach his class, send a replacement or at least have someone write on the damn board that the class is cancelled. Since he is always late, we waited until 9.40 before we actually lost hope.

Like I said: GAAAAAAH!

(Oh, my, he`s probably dead or something. Won`t I look like a bitch then)