Woke up this morning with Chris hanging out in the kitchen.
I layed in bed thinking that in less than a week I'll no longer be able to lie in bed until 11am. I think it makes Chris angry to have to come home and see me bed.
Met a girl last night from Maine. She talked like Katie and I laughed out loud. The girl didn't know what I was laughing at so I said it was her accent and that I enjoyed it.
She wasn't fucking impressed.
I'm nearly ready for school.
Ate some cereal.
Took a shower.
Going to work, nothing spectacular has happened yet.
Mogwai farted a minute ago and it smelled like garbage.
My life has reached its full potential of excitement.