Coming home is...
confusing. Making me anxious? Refreshing?
Oh. Mah. Gah. Can’t wait
Sharing a bag of stuffing mix with a dog in my bed. I don’t know what this says about my life status… I think it means I’m a cartoon.
Shame on you Party Down for keeping me up till 7
Weeping from sleep deprivation in the library. Why can’t this damn thing be done yet?