March 11, 2006
I do not want to go out. And I'm supposed to go out to buy BLOOD, no less. The children need it desperately *eyes roll* for their costumes tomorrow. And Ya "needs" high-heeled black shoes. So far she hasn't returned from going to someone who is good at gluing on long fingernails. Can I get out of this? Soon it will be too late. I should go crawl into the shower, that will perk me up.