In 7 hours, I'll be done with finals. Which is funny considering I spent from Tuesday night until yesterday at 5:30 in the same position in my bed. Except for those 8 times that I scrambled from my bed to puke. Yes. Good timing, body. Also, good thing I have lovely friends who check in on me, a lovely Julia Bottles to bring me apple sauce, veggie ( Read more... )

OMG. I just ate a delicious peach.

One of the best impromptu purchases of my life. Hands down.

Liz Phair is so good.

Home. Tired.

Emily-not calling you. Mommy says, "Kirb! Bed, NOW!"

I go bed.

Bye, all.

Love.

Chocolat makes me angry. Lovely movie. Pisses me off.

I just found out that we don't even take off until 7:-- which means I'll be driving through Florida at 11:-- their time...yeah. Oh well. I get back around 11:30 next Sunday, in the am...so technically I'm gone for less than a week...

Bahh.

fuck damn shit. like fu-man. only not.

See subject.

Ben Goodlund has a ticket to Simon & Garfunkel. In the second row.

This is the first (and godwilling the only) time I have ever felt jealous of Ben. It makes me want to vomit my face off.

"Mind"-altering drugs??

tee hee.