every time i sit down to do homework, a little part of me dies inside.

I don't know why I have such a horrifying vendetta against homework. But I do. It makes some part of me extremely, viciously angry and rebellious. The very idea that I have homework assignments makes me vaguely nauseas. And every time I sit down to do it, my blood turns to boiling and I become so violently, exceptionally anti-homework there is just no way it is happening until 7am the morning it is due.

This is a terrible practice if you enjoy good grades. Truly, an awful practice. Blending homework, however, is highly satisfying. Just sayin'.

So right now, it's 9:15. I've been up since 7:30 and thanks to the flu, I have been home, in my bed, all day. For 14 hours. Somehow, I have successfully filled all 14 without even looking at my homework.

What is wrong with me?

Love,
Lizzy. sigh.