xevilxashleyx

Bleh.

I'm a wreck right now, and for no aparent reason. I've been shaky all day, but I'm guessing that's got something to do with being overly tired and taking crack to remedy the situation, but then forgetting to eat all day.
I feel like I have a million and one things to do, and five minutes to get them all done or else I'll die. That's right, I'll die. Bitches.
As a result of this feeling, I've been rediculously productive, which is a good thing since there are a lot of things I need to get done...which I, er, already said...

Uhh...yeah...

I think maybe I'll let mi madre meet The Boy next week, if he's up to it. Or rather, if he can find time in his schedule to drive all the way to East 'Nam, hang out long enough to meet my Tard, the Gang, and of course...mi Madre (whom I don't have a picture of...) then drive all the way back.

That's all, methinks...

I'm tired, and I've still got laundry to finish. And I have to put sheets on my bed. Bleh! How I used to sleep without then and not care is far beyond me...