23 going on 85.
I've spent the majority of the day petting Chessie and lounging in my pajamas. I'm saving all of my motivation to get shit done during the weekend. It's great to sit and do nothing after so much constant crazyness. I've been lacking alone time lately and shit did i need it. I go nuts without it. Updating Livejournal and Myspace with a Newcastle in hand is the best time i've had on a friday evening in awhile.