Inertia

It that time of year again.
Except this time I was productive and got my driver's licence. I'm driving to Annie's place tomorrow for a small party.

Now I'm stuck writing a letter of intent for Masters of Biotech at UTM. Am I a business-minded individual. I don't know. I have 2/3 references and I'm waiting on 2 professors to respond.

Imagine

Imagine if you were in a car accident yesterday. Or your electric toothbrush decided to switch into turbo mode and destroy half your face. What would you, as a girl, feel?
How would you respond to a scarred and recontoured face that was neither beautiful nor yours?