wearing: pajama pants, a black t-shirt, and my long sweater.


eating: a blueberry bagel


should be: writing an essay for mr. neuzil. i already wrote one of them, but i dont' ahve the damn article i need to write the second one. he said it would be on his website, and it ISN'T.


sidenote: my keyboard was kind of propped up on my nail files, and it just fell down (like, fell down a centimeter) and it made a little noise, and it scared me, and i dropped my bagel, and now the cat has it *sob*


listening to: the beatles.


nails: purple. and still wet. i shouldn't be typing. doh, i just smudged my left thumb.


thoughts: worked today (and yesterday) and i work TONS next week (also, i work three-close this saturday... and we dont' close til TEN! AAAAAGH.) i'm tired. and TIRED. and TIIIIIIRED *cries*


i feel ugly. look away, look away! hopefully i'll be over it by tomorrow. i keep shivering. not like, i'm cold... but like, the "someone walked over your future grave" shudder thing. like, there must be a soccer match going on where i'm goign to be buried. *shudder*.


i miss renata. *returns voicemail* renata it's the wicked witch of the west!! your megan! we're all impressed that the riot footage made the nightly news.... even dill says mazeltov! call him! loooove megan!! (i spelled megan wrong THREE times before i got it right. ithink it's time for bed.