Today it finally dawned on me what a complete nerd/freak/saddo I actually am.
I enjoyed planning an essay... how freaky deekee is that, and tomorrow when I actually do it, I'm looking forward to it! That's it, call the people in the white coats, they need to take me to the nearest asylum.
What makes it worse, is the fact that is an English essay, and it's on The Miller's Tale. I found myself getting excited making links between themes, what is wrong with me.
I haven't been to college for four days because of my illness, and now even sadder, I'm EXCITED about going in tomorrow, quick fetch the doctors! I've gone insane! Arghhhh!