Oh hai dere. I'm really tired. Yeah. Very. Tired. Very. Over. Tired. Which consequently means the making lame jokes that are unique to Chloe-overtiredness-syndrome.
Now, you're probably thinking to yourself:
WHY IS CHLOE TIRED! WHY IS CHLOE TIRED WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY OMG WAH WHY IS SHE TIRRRRREEEEEEED.
Ok, I think we all know that I know that you know that I know that you don't actually care all that much as to why I am tired, but I'm going to tell you anyway because it means that I don't have to work on my creative writing piece for Advanced English. On Monday night I had my group performance for HSC Drama trials, which went excellently (except for a slight malfunction with our props which involved our 'shelter' collapsing). THEN, last night I performed my monologue. SO SO NERVOUS. But it went well, so it's allll geeewwwwdddddddddd. I think the worst part of those two nights was missing two ENTIRE episodes of Masterchef that I am yet to catch up on.
COOL STORY FOR THE DAY:
I HAD THE BEST COFFEE OF MY LIFE THIS MORNING. I felt a bit mean, but I walked straight past the coffee couple at Central and wandered down the alley-ways of Surrey Hills, and I stumbled across an AMAZING coffee shop, which has a separate shop front devoted to take-away coffees. Needless to say, I am confident that I am going to become a familiar face at that cafe.