Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday dear Dad,
happy birthday to you.

i have a cold. i hate that. who knew that one nose could produce so much...something...? ugh. I have used an ENTIRE box of tissues today. that can't be good. especially since I don't have any more at home. I will have to borrow another box from Miranda in order to survive the night. can you believe i have to take two final exams tomorrow?

back to the books...