in which skitch hates to tell the truth and here's why.

[mayberutherford]

oh, look! grounded!

it's not as bad as it could be, i guess. i can't do anything from today until monday. but somehow i kept the phone and the computer, which makes it slightly better. i'm sorry for abandoning all you cats today, i know we had plans. it seems like all i've been doing lately is breaking my promises to people, whether i want to or otherwise.

uh... i don't even remember what i have been doing lately. it's mostly boring shit, or at least to you kids. remind me to read more. i think i might forget how to if i don't get more practice. thank you, sean, for helping me to remedy this. i gave up on neil gaiman yesterday for a bit and started the bukowski. for some reason i can't form thoughts while i read it, though, which was helpful last night, but probably not good in the long run. if that made sense.

give me a call or email me or something. the only time i'll be able to hang out with you guys is before the game tomorrow. so if you haven't decided to hate me by then, stop by the school or pick me up. much loving.