to think of my breathing when I'm nervous.
Left handers are so cool.
And as predicted, Giants won game 4. I forgot to mention, before the series began, I predicted that Giants would win in 6 games against the Phillys to counter what these "experts" say. And now, in the World Series, I had this feeling that Giants will win in 5, but I also said that Sanchez will lose game 3. I am not psychic. Because, in game 2 of the NBA Finals, as Celtics were down by 11 or so, I predicted they would win by 10 points. However, Celtics won by 9.
Enough procrastination. A research paper is due tomorrow, along with a presentation of it. I have a volunteer job to do tomorrow, so I must sleep at least four hours so I can be energetic, and a good impression to these complete and well, legal society lurkers of the future.
Since when have I acquired this peculiar reaction to Fritos? Or any chips with a bag O_O, my right ring finger near the bottom of the nail itches uncontrollably. Can't. Stop. Scratching. Just like love, and the future, I'm acting before I'm thinking about the future, even though I know scratching is bad and would lead to more complications.
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