I'm so bored.
I should write the thank-yous to the people that sponsored TNT Dynamite. But I don't want to.
I should have gone to Davenport this afternoon and tried to find my book, but I didn't do that either.
I should go take a nap so I can stay out until 2:00 again. But I don't want to.
I should work on NaNoWriMo, but... yes. Well. Enough said.
I should do my homework on the political cartoon. But I don't want to.
I should just tell everyone to shut up. I'm sick of talking about death.
I should kick my mom in the mouth. No, I don't fucking remember that week last summer at all, mom. I ate practically nothing and didn't sleep at all and cried more than I had in my entire fifteen years. Open your mouth a little wider and you'll be able to fit both of you size six feet in there.