Yuck.
Ugh. I am suffering one of those awful cold - slash - allergy attacks type things. Which means that I'm sitting huddled in about four sweatshirts with a box of kleenex exactly two inches from my right hand. Ick. On a side note, I'm waiting for my mom to get in, and as soon as she does I plan to guilt her into the ground with my coughing and feverish babble. How pathetic is it that I'm waiting up for my mom on a Saturday night? I'm consoling myself with the thought that she doesn't get out much, so I can't really begrudge her a few hours here and there.
Task of the evening - figuring out how to make a list of friends and access said list, so all the lovely journals I frequent don't accumulate on my favorites list. Am giving it another ten minutes, and then am going to bed. *achoo*
Task of the evening - figuring out how to make a list of friends and access said list, so all the lovely journals I frequent don't accumulate on my favorites list. Am giving it another ten minutes, and then am going to bed. *achoo*