A funny thing happens when I have an inhumane amount of work to do in an extremely short time: I get ugly.

Not ugly as in hard to deal with, and not ugly as in overly testy. I mean physically very unattractive.

I called my mom in a small panic riding the bus back to school. "Get a lot of sleep, and make sure you're eating well," she said. Today I had a donut for breakfast, a greasy chicken sandwich for lunch, and Sour Patch Kids for dinner. None of those things make me feel any less ugly.

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When I have time, I really want to say something about throwing up in my friend's parents' house.