Unhappiness.
Sitting in a bus, for twenty extra minutes, having just been beaten the karz out of via playing a hockey goalie, then walking half a mile home in forty degree weather with a T-shirt, coming home just to have to put up with a little sister who started to throw things around and make a scene does not make for a happy Spink.
I am cold. I am wet with sweat. I have assignments. And I feel miserable.
This is why I hate Mondays.
On another note, I've been recently informed that for Thanksgiving, it's just going to be me, my mother and my sister.
And I was so excited to see the family again. T.T
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