Aug 07, 2002 22:43
Sick, so sick, sick, sick, sick. Sore throat, coughing up blood, no sleep, headache, and there's gunk in my eye. But I'm getting better, yayeth.
My band might have found a drummer. It would be nice.
I hate you.
I've been drinking more tea than I could have ever thought possible. Like, fifteen cups today.
Why am I typing this? Only Tae reads it, and she's up by a lake. I'm out.