It's Ten PM
...And we are still waiting for dinner to finish cooking. Funny.
I have stuff to write about being on vacation but I'm going to write about it in another journal. This one is about the possibly worrying fact that I've been dizzy and tired every freaking day. I'm trying not to jump to conclusions about the having to nap every day, but I did just move up to 800mg of my medication from 600. However, I've been busy with something or another since I started taking the new dose, so I'm just going to have to wait until I'm not hosting Alla or my Grandma and not living in a house with fourteen other people and not being woken up and yelled at, at 4:30am because I won't stop telling my sister to be quiet and stop shining the light in Sean's and my eyes. Seriously, when I woke up Jamie was saying that she was sorry that she woke me up and that "Your sister was being really mean to you." Yeah, she yells at me for telling her to keep it down. I'm a fucking bitch because I don't like to be woken up in the middle of my sleep. Go figure. Anyway, it's 11 and I just finished eating dinner.
MK hates her breasts.
P.S. Om nom nom.
P.P.S. I'm going to go make a S'more. C:
P.P.P.S. Why doesn't LJ remember the tags anymore? it makes me sad.