It's 47 degrees fahrenheit outside.
But that doesn't bother me, I'm inside. Where it's warm.
Right?
Nope.
It's about ten degrees colder in my room.
I don't really understand how that's possible and I'm way too cold to figure it out.
The school had a half day so I only had to work a half day.
SCORE.
I can't focus on much, though; I've been on edge for the past couple days. I'm just waiting for that call.
Grahhhh.
I want to know if I'm in the show already.
I want to be Jack.
GRAH PHONE RINGING.
Edit: It was my mom. Bringing cat litter. I'm going to go play piano and cry in a corner.
Well I just dropped out of Peter Pan.
Couldn't handle the schedule and I feel really guilty.
Ah well.
I learned something a few days ago.
I'm not a bear, I'm an otter.
OTTER.
:D
Shaved. Finally.
I feel so clean.
But I'm sick.
And that's my kitchen because I was washing dishes.
By hand.
I'm low-tech.
..
Shut up.
You're such a coffee table.
EDIT: Oh yeah the Super Bowl is on t.v. today!
He's fighting the evil cereal demons.
And winning.