Sunday Morning
My dad was all like, "You look sad," when I was eating lunch. I wasn't sad. I was pissed off b/c my family annoys me half the time by existing... I love them... but they can annoy the fuck out of me. I think I'll drive myself to meeting next week b/c every time I let Dad drive me anywhere I end up like this. It doesn't help that the right side of my face (around the temple) hurts like mofo. I don't know how I would have bruised it in my sleep, but I may have. It really hurts. Reese's minis, cats, and some of my favorite music (and being alone in my room) is making it much better. I'm a lot calmer now. Haha, the cats crack me up. They took turns playing w/ a bag under my chair... Last night I saw Jack playing w/ something under the drawers of my old desk... It's not a big opening... It was the kitten. That was so cute. Cats make me happy except when they claw me up, but that's ok b/c I'm used to that.