Blaaaaah. Ache from collar to hips. I would say, oh, I'll go to bed early, but I just took a stupidly long nap, so not so much with that.

Kristin went to hang out with Amber and Kevin. So it's me and cats and the noise from upstairs, mofuggas, STOP BOWLING. Seriously, knowing the neighbor does not make me want to kill him less.

oh my god i do not want to do dishes but unless i do some i won't be able to ice cream my face. LAME. It's a truly epic pile, which is what I always forget when I make dinner for my friends-- that means like eight more places to wash, plus all the stuff from preparing the food, and while it's nice to have my chefly ego stroked, it's also not worth it. -_-

I sort of want to try dying my hair on my own, but that makes no sense, so I'm just going to wait for Kristin to get back. But she'll be drunk, so that won't do much good. Maybe I will just do it. Maybe I will stop making minor decisions step-by-step in my LJ. Maybe I will give birth to a magical winged kitten.

BLAH.