I gotta stop reading Dirty Talk. It's killing me -- especially that "I love it when he..." thread. Good lord, people. I'm all hot and bothered now. (What a great phrase that is. I should find more excuses to use it. Maybe just as an answer to really innocuous questions like "How are you?" "Oh, you know. Hot and bothered." "..." Wouldn't that be great? That would be so great.)
I need to upload more pictures. My friend Loren and I adopted this really awesome caterpillar and named him "Blorb"-- and then we set him free. I have digitals. Perhaps you shall see them.
Had insomnia last night like whoa-- I didn't manage to fall asleep until almost 6am, though I lay in bed for hours. Got a grand total of three and a half hours of sleep. My biology is none too pleased about that, but it's not like I TRIED to not sleep.
I have a midterm in six hours I've barely studied for.
I'm so delinquent.
I need to upload more pictures. My friend Loren and I adopted this really awesome caterpillar and named him "Blorb"-- and then we set him free. I have digitals. Perhaps you shall see them.
Had insomnia last night like whoa-- I didn't manage to fall asleep until almost 6am, though I lay in bed for hours. Got a grand total of three and a half hours of sleep. My biology is none too pleased about that, but it's not like I TRIED to not sleep.
I have a midterm in six hours I've barely studied for.
I'm so delinquent.
