The Bipolar Child

Everything is peaches and gravy.

Home at our boarding house for my 10-1pm break and canton by virtue of a powerpuff water heater and it feels like July. I have a map test for Geography by 1pm and the minimized tab of Southeast Asian lands is taunting me at the corner of this window. 

I don’t feel like showing up todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

But I have to I have to I will

Things need to start turning out fine.