Eliasdagood
Golden ball of bloody cuteness
Sierra nods along to the rock music beating through her headphones, going through her college workbook. She’s on the chapter for anesthesia today, scribbling in the blanks about catheters, planes and stages, and chemical compounds. This is very serious work. Serious enough that she’s over caffeinated and and red eyed at five AM.
She’s gotta get this thing done in time for the test. And for Sierra, that means three days at minimum before the test. Even her cat seems to think it’s ridiculous that she’s up right now, suddenly biting her ankle hard. “Ow! Calamity, no!” Sierra scolds, swatting the top of the calico’s head gently. “Rude!”
She’s gotta get this thing done in time for the test. And for Sierra, that means three days at minimum before the test. Even her cat seems to think it’s ridiculous that she’s up right now, suddenly biting her ankle hard. “Ow! Calamity, no!” Sierra scolds, swatting the top of the calico’s head gently. “Rude!”