Right, so can't breathe. FUCK YOU EUGENE AND YOUR BOTTOM OF A VALLEY FULL OF POLLEN AND SHIT. Gah.
Kevin arrives in some hours. I have to clean my room again, change my sheets, blah blah.
So apparently possibly being molested and definitely freaked out was all in exchange for this:
I. Love. DRUMMERS. Fuck yeah!
Now I must do as much homework as I can before I can't.
~DAY
P.S.
More on the show later. Then things might make sense.