respekt

so i woke up around 11. spent ten minutes foraging for food in the kitchen before saying fuck it and making a sammich. only one slice of balogny though. that annoyed me. went out and watched the jets/patriots game with my dad in the sunroom. i dont know why. i fucking hate football. when the game was over i came back to my room and took a nap. woke up 4 hours later just in time for supper. ate some spaghetti and watched the longest yard (the original) and some masterpiece theater mystery thing on WITF. i think its hysterical that my dad needs subtitles on the tv to understand what the british are saying. now im in my room again ready for bed. need to be in camp hill tomorrow for 1pm. i dont even remember what for anymore. ill find out

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