Need Screw Boy to wear me out....
Okays...not much to update, but I feel like this journal gets neglected so I must write something. :D
Hmmmmm.... *thinking*
Spiders. There's a subject. My room is home to them. When it's cold, they come inside because it's warm. When it's hot, they decide they want the AC. Maybe this explains why I'm not sleeping in my room anymore. When one finds three rather enormous wolf spiders within a span of less than twenty-four hours, one tends to freak out. I hate the couch.
Good god, only I could write something like THIS when I've had no sleep.
"Why does it have to be follow the spiders? Why can't we follow the butterflies?" Butterflies can be scary too, Ron. ;D
*struggles against straight jacket and mutters the word "insomnia"*
Hmmmmm.... *thinking*
Spiders. There's a subject. My room is home to them. When it's cold, they come inside because it's warm. When it's hot, they decide they want the AC. Maybe this explains why I'm not sleeping in my room anymore. When one finds three rather enormous wolf spiders within a span of less than twenty-four hours, one tends to freak out. I hate the couch.
Good god, only I could write something like THIS when I've had no sleep.
"Why does it have to be follow the spiders? Why can't we follow the butterflies?" Butterflies can be scary too, Ron. ;D
*struggles against straight jacket and mutters the word "insomnia"*