Started watching the french film "Tell No One" in class today; it's surprisingly good and sad. Can't wait to see the end.
I've gotten sick and my dad bought me nighttime decongestive pills but told me to take them during the day because, since I'm already so tired, they won't make me very drowsy. Lies people, lies! Paying attention during the french film was hard. From your chest up, you feel like you're 500 pounds and find moving very hard but interesting. It wears off quickly, though.
(f carriere cardigan, aa tshirt and thigh high socks, zara faux leather skirt, sirens heels, aldo sunglasses, jacobs purse)