It's a sad day. [edit: I realize this could seem really insensitive saying this in relation to my shorts given all that happened today, but I didn't mean anything by it.]
My old blue Nike shorts I've had since the 7th grade have finally died. Although they tore down the seam and can be fixed, I think it may be time to move on. I thought they would surely disintegrate before they ripped.
In other news, there isn't any other news.
The guesthouse is almost inhabitable. We (meaining my mother) took down the craziness that was an above ground replica of John Lennon's bed in HELP! It took up the whole bedroom and was never really finished. My dad tried, and I appreciated it, but it was kinda nuts. My one goal in life is to someday have a bed as awesome as John Lennon's.
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At the moment my bed sits about 3 1/2 feet off the ground and resembles a hospital bed.
I tried to get some sun today. My legs aren't cooperating but the rest of me is burning nicely.