No wonder I'm no fun to be around. I guess it really does explain a lot to me, even if it explains it to nobody else. I sit here at home, too lethargic to really care that I again blew off my grandparents. (Sorry G'pa, I promise, lawn tomorrow...) And realize that I could be Indywards now, but after my theatrics, why would anyone think about it. Shoulda just done the lawn Sunday like I planned. Anyways. Hope everyone's safe.
At least I'm clean now. I should do dishes. Maybe see if I can write some more. Try not to let this sick feeling pervade me. I dunno, I'll think of something. Or I'll just sleep. =)
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