You know what sucks?
The fact that I've been on crutches for the last three days because I left my brace at Mom's and came and stayed here at Dad's (We were supposed to be doing laundry Sunday night, that's it).
Because I'm on crutches that means that the folder I usually carry for if I want to write something? Is now in my backpack.
So now I'm getting all these kinds of bunnies. Of /course.