☆ SAY ANYTHING ☆
Because, as previously mentioned, I've been quite the bitch lately.
I just slept for fucking forever, and I'm so behind on the Internet, man. I've been gone for the past two days to Thatcher, surveying a Comfort Inn, which somehow managed to involve a lot of fruitless searches for monuments in some dude's farmland, and my brother threatened to shove me into a flooded irrigation ditch.
I'm dreading going back to school like I can't even explain—it's already Thursday, holy crap. I hate Tucson so fucking much, I don't want to go back.