Forget the whole business with naming all the HP deaths. Most of you've figured it out anyway. And I've stopped caring. xp
I miss winter...always forget how much I like it until the days get long and warm and constantly, never-endingly sunny and there's nothing to do and everyone feels vaguely apathetic and sleepy. I've been wandering around in search of something to do for the past two days and it seems as though I've got something to read or I thought of something to make or I had somewhere to go or a movie I wanted to watch, but as soon as I start to do anything I get bored with it.
Maybe I need a job...that's something I keep putting off...or to do my homework. That's probably technically more important.
To tell the truth I spend most of my time fantasizing about the possibility of Ceasar flying out here to visit this Christmas, which seems to be our shared way of clinging to sanity. If anyone knows a good doctor who could agree to maybe put his parents into a peaceful week-long, drug-induced coma, I think we'd both appreciate the recommendation. sweatdrop
Brittastiq · Tue Jul 24, 2007 @ 11:51pm · 7 Comments |