Chad and I got our inflator hoses put onto our octopuses. Octopi? I dunno. At least I know what I'm talking about. We got coffee, too. Whee.

We just got in and I wish we were still out. Like seriously.

I told mom that I would do all this fucking stuff today and I can't even make myself get out of my good clothes. Bah. Maybe it has something to do with flossing my teeth until all I could taste was blood? Maybe. I need to get some sleep.

JR is supposed to call, but I don't feel like answering the phone.

There used to be a point to this post, but I honestly forget it. Heh.