A rip-roaring headache. Just a short little entry I'm gonna make.
So I ask, "Self, why are you studying so hard?"
Self replies, flipping her (dry, chocolate hair) past her shoulder, "I don't know why either, The outsiders stink as much as cat manure left out for a week."
Then I read some more, try to analyse, but it all seems to me as a lucky break. It has slow pacing, and lapses in character.
Maybe it's my head.
I stubbed my toe, and the rest, as they know, is censored.