out of my nervousness last night i cleaned the bathroom, my room, and did 3 loads of laundry, then i wrote up about half of the zombie comic, and figured out what i'm goign to do with my money for the next 6 months or so.
i rode to work with my mom this morning and i'm at work with her now. she's being freakishly nice and hasn't mentioned the car once. i guess that either means that
a)she's cooled down somewhat and realized that it's not quite as bad as she had previously thought,
b)my grandparents/bill guilted her into just being glad i'm alive somehow, or
c)she's plotting my murder.
i'm banking on letter c.
at any rate, i probably won't be hanging out much in the next few weeks, unless somebody wants to drive to stinking taneytown to pick me up. sorry dudes.
also, here are a few poloroids from
canada.