Christ, I’m so fucking exhausted from getting up at like nine with four hours of sleep…all that crap with Dr. Mize…christ, I’ll blog about it tomorrow. But for now: sleep.

Some fucks are coming to look at the house today to possibly buy it, and my dad is yelling for me to get out of bed like a half hour before I actually have to.

Aren’t Saturdays wonderful? I wish I was dead.