I'm sore and sick, someone remind me not to get half-naked at the beach at night. IT'S NOT WORTH IT, sand goes where it should never go. Never again, damn it. In conclusion,
I'll stick with the drink, which is quite delicious, I may add.
Man, I hate being sick, I feel bored 24/7 and don't have the will to do anything but blow my nose and complain about my soreness. But I am working on those requests.
I also had the weirdest dream ever, which I can't remember quite well, but I'm pretty sure a dancing condom popped up. Don't ask me questions, I DON'T CONTROL MY DREAMS.
And I will punch my sister if she lost my headphones.
Why do I lend her things, why?