What? Tomorrow's Friday

I really need to be sedated. Very similar (But not quite the same) to the Ramones.

I'm so freaking tired.

I've done nothing at all today.

I'm bored.

My head hurts.

I feel like crap.

I'm sick of chicken fingers.

I still have homework to do.

Algebra.

Simplifying radical expressions.

WHEN AM I GOING TO NEED THAT?!

I mean really!

Freaking Algebra.

My head is throbbing.

I need some coffee.

That's all I really want.

Besides Patrick Stump.

Coffee.

Patrick.

My life will be complete.

I hate myself right now for being a whiny baby.

But, my dear W?TF, you are the only one who understands.

Freaking radical expressions.

AND

I have art homework.

FREAKING ART HOMEWORK!?!

Who-who in the EF gives ART HOMEWORK?!!

Man....all those caps were alot of work.

Never again.

Coffee.

Patrick.

Radical Expressions?!

I'm going crazy.

No. I'm a long way past crazy.

I need a straight jacket.

And a rubber duck in a padded cell.

I just want to watch an episode of Spongebob.

Is that so much to freaking ask?

Spongebob.

Art homework?!

Headaches.

The Ramones.

I think I'm going to puke.

...

No it's just the chicken fingers.

I'm so tired.

I can't sleep.

One freaking episode of Spongebob.

Insanity is my sanctity.

I freaking own that line.

Never again.

No chicken fingers for me.

Turkey?

Yes.

Ham?

Yes.

Chicken  soup?

Yes.

Chicken fingers?

NO!

I caps-ed again.

Sorry.

I just want to sleep.

No.

I don't.

Well...yes, I do. But I can't.

Mr. Oogey Boogey is under my bed.

The Nightmare Before Christmas?

Oh, Jack.

I should really end this with something clever....

....

Jazz Hands.