I already posted everything I need to, accidentally, on Public Indecency, and am too lazy to transfer them.
Today's a good day. The sun's out and my room is being cleaned.
I woke up and apologized to Kay for being a bitch, not expecting an apology back. But I got one. I fought with my father, didn't resolve anything, but wrote my heart out and that seemed to help. I listened to Marvin Gaye all night last night (p.s. it snowed six inches overnight. WHAT THE FUCK?) and Jack Johnson and Bob Marley when I woke up. Now Panic(!) at the Disco while cleaning. Texting Camila in Spanish and Mykaila in English. Colleen and I both happen to be cleaning, and we both found our free Build-A-Bear totes from when I visited. I started crying, in a good way, which is weird because I don't do that often, and certainly don't think of it well.
I think I'll take a walk when I'm done.
I'm kind of hungry, but there is nothing in my house to suit my needs.
Also, last night I went on a walk and called Elly and left a message. I realized this morning that I had gone all day yesterday thinking it was Sunday and that I'd be going to school today, and that I'd said "see you tomorrow" or something. Oops. Story of my life.
I love you. I hope your Sunday is going well. Whoever you are. :)
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