I am beginning to be concerned.
What ifs.
I'll have it all figured out by Wednesday.
Hopefully.
Maybe tomorrow.
That would probably be the responsible thing to do.
If you hit yourself with a frying pan.
Does that make me stupid for being there?
Or you stupid for being yourself?
I haven't figured it out yet.
I'm sick of this place already.
I think I understand Leah way more.
This place drains me.
Makes me feel weird.
On one hand I know I do it to myself.
On the other hand, I wouldn't if there was anything better to do.
I laughed a lot this weekend.
Trudy and I went busking, which was amazing.
I sprayed Ala and Mike with water for an hour.
I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard.
The roof was awesome too, the weather sweet.
And yet.