I was sittin, waitin, wishin, you believed in superstittion

[robreturns]

So I guess my throat likes to think I'm dying, it's pretty sweet. Breathing is no longer an involuntary action.

But hey, I took a nap and had a great dream about going for a semester in London with a bunch of Plymouth friends, and it was absolutely beautiful. Maybe I'll go to England for a semester one year...

Oh wait, I'm poor.