The most useless entry ever.
Got up early to go to Mazzy's birthday party. She's so cute and in command. Fawne's happy to see that she's SORTA got a new DS, and we play with them a bit. But I start to get uncontrollably drowsy and I'm close to nodding off on their couch. So we go home and I nap for several hours whil Don turns my PC into a Mac and works on my car. What a manly man, eh? He wakes me up with some pizza and then he lays down to take a nap. I'm so bored now, but at least I got this new "Hackintosh" to customize. I want to draw something so bad, but my mind is blanking out. iTunes entertains me, but now the hunger has taken control of my arms. But I hate Wal-Mart. And I hate getting dressed. I'm perfectly comfortable in my oversized t-shirt that will belong to Don again when I'm done with it today. TV is tiresome and my attempts to chat with people via AIM are leaving me in the cold. I could totally go for some fried rice right now. Or some ice cream. I feel like I'm always hungry. This week I have extra working to do. It's going to suck driving so much, but then we need to prepare for Con. I mean, who knows what peice of crap I'll just HAVE to buy there? I'm going to ask Billy West to adopt me or something.
Don's waking up now. Time to bug him for a while.
Don's waking up now. Time to bug him for a while.