...I kinda think I wanna hug him and that makes me oddly sad a little.
I'm squeaking like a girl. I don't wanna say why cause it's all... sad-like. As in pathetic that I'm all read a squeaky because of it but I totally am.
My throat hurts after watching PB and my voice is all weird from screaming and screeching.
My right shoulder hurts like fuck now because cold weather + sick +arthritis +typing for hours straight = Swollen right shoulder.
I'm tired. And I have three sentences of my fifty done. And I want to do Sucre next.