tired
im already so exhausted and the only work ive done is reading. ehhh. wilson is...wilson. happy birthday to my becca baby- i still cant believe that you're the youngest because your walrus.. you da mama. anyways, i dont think that i could be more nervous about wednesday-- aka placement class for voice, which i seem to have LOST and i sound all scratchy... no bad stuff this weekend-- please dont let me tate and claire. i should go ummmmmmm.... to sleep now. great entry, mad props.