Lawks a mercy
Ellyn's birthday was, basically, (and tragically) the epitome of awkwardness. In other tragic and Very Unfortunate news, a moth flew down my shirt. It was beyond traumatising. On the other hand, I did have a chicken salad sandwich. And it was very good. Challah bread is my new best friend (getting in touch with my inner Jew).
More unfortunate news? My voice is very scratchy and weird from coughing all the time and I sound like a 78-year-old chainsmoker, which is less than adorable. More good news: mom going out of town until Sunday and Clare is staying at her friend's, so I am all by myself! Huzzah.
My mom asked me if I was going to have a party or something? I nearly wet myself laughing. Has she not noticed my lack of a life? Oh well.