Adulting
A friend came over today and we had a lovely chat. Â Then I was chilling, having dinner with Sir and Sub Brother. Â Then I we were watching TV – we just started watching Suits and… it’s pretty good! Â Then I was lazily wandering around the house and Sir said, “Hey, don’t you have a class in the morning?”
FUCK!
So I just spent the last twenty minutes madly running around trying to find clothes (ONE clean bra left, SCORE!), finding my books, charging my laptop, finding my keys, packing a lunch, and trying to decide if I had to do laundry.
And now I have to go to bed so I can get up at five to go to a stupid class. Â And I already KNOW the thing they’re teaching because… I did it all year last year. Â But the rest of the teachers didn’t do it, so I have to sit in a big room with all of them and “learn” all the things I already did last year.
For two days.
I hate adulting.
And I know I somehow have like seven comments on last night’s post, but I don’t have time to answer comments tonight and I was in trouble all day for… ahem… answering comments in the middle of the night. Â So I haven’t had a chance to do that yet. Â Sorry! Â I will do it tomorrow when I get home from my stupid class. Â :p
EDIT: I had nine minutes left when I posted this so I had time to do comments. Â Adulting like a BOSS!
