dcuklodsh.
In the last two days I've eaten approximately 47 milky ways.
I'm probably gonna die.
Half day tomorrow? Possibly going to Cambridge with the sam? Maybe record another CD for the Alex Laas Experience? Probably not though, 'cause the throat is still trying to kill me from the inside. :[
Also, my mom is going crazy. My conversations with her consist of mumbles, grunts, and maniacal laughs. Also mentions of "heee coffee," "many rocks?" and "vegetables!" But the parents have abandoned me again, so I'm safe here from slightly (?) insane parentals. My cat will save me if needed.
Soooo... Mr. Skipper friday. Sondra's birthday saturday. confirmation and asp meeting sunday. bleeeeh.
I'm probably gonna die.
Half day tomorrow? Possibly going to Cambridge with the sam? Maybe record another CD for the Alex Laas Experience? Probably not though, 'cause the throat is still trying to kill me from the inside. :[
Also, my mom is going crazy. My conversations with her consist of mumbles, grunts, and maniacal laughs. Also mentions of "heee coffee," "many rocks?" and "vegetables!" But the parents have abandoned me again, so I'm safe here from slightly (?) insane parentals. My cat will save me if needed.
Soooo... Mr. Skipper friday. Sondra's birthday saturday. confirmation and asp meeting sunday. bleeeeh.