I bloody hate Fridays.
I didn't sleep like at all last night, except for an hour this morning around seven-to-eight, and when I woke up the first coherant thought I had was "well, at least now we know I'm not related to a hermit crab!" and I sounded so excited in my brain and then I realized I had no idea what the hell I was thinking about, and then I pictured myself holding
a tiny fringy crab and running up and declaring this statement proudly to my mother, and giggled and got up and it is pretty frickin' cold in here.
Also for some reason I look really ...old today. Or, maybe not old, but just... tired, maybe? Even with make-up on I look blah and I am not thrilled about this. I should sleep more. I really should. Too bad I can't.
Mom doesn't work until noon but she wants to get us a new PO Box that's in her name and that dad doesn't have access to, because legal things + shared box might = bad news. And something with her bank is being done too. Which means me tagging along and so it's going to be a long day again as usual ew I really freakin' wish I could just sleep forever and ever right now.
I do not know what the song in my head is, also, and that drives me insane a little bit.