The President of the Internet reminded me it was post time. So here. Suck on it.
Wow, I'm mean when I don't like moving.
It's taking a lot longer than it should. Now I know why it takes L- an hour to eat two scrambled eggs, when she can scarf down three pieces of pizza in five minutes.
Wow. I suck at metaphor when I don't like moving.
Right now I'm looking at a pile of house crap in my mom's living room. I'm supposed to put it away somewhere not living-roomy, but I'm just not feeling it.
Okay, can I have my reward for most depressed blogger now?