devastator

tomorrow is finally friday. i've waited a whole week for this. imagine that.

well, it appears i am sick. i have been laying around in bed ALL day with the intention of studying for a government quiz and writing a program, but it's nine at night, and i've done neither.

last night, i did a two mile run, lifted some weights, and then played a little basketball. gosh, i really am terrible at trying to shoot baskets. moving along now...

i wonder how biscuit is doing. for some reason, i was just thinking of him and the paper he wrote for english about none other than ME. of course, his paper stated that i had intestinal cancer, and a whole list of lies. it was well-written, though.

i think it's time to wake pedro up. we have some...plans for tomorrow. i can't wait. i haven't felt his body in five days. i feel like i'm sustaining withdrawals right now.

yes, and i'm fucking horny as well.