Big zit, puffy hair, droopy eyes because I didn't sleep well. At least I don't think I did. I honestly can't remember. But I didn't wake rested, lets put it that way.
But I've been looking at Soul Coughing lyrics, trying to remember if what I heard and remember is what the dude said and yes, I don't believe I forgot them.
But as a result, I'll be singing soul coughing all night which is a damned sight better than the in store video shit playing Avril Lavigne and Dashboard Confessional ad nauseum.
I've been using The Damage Manual as falling asleep music. heh
And I should really eat something, but I can't choke down more than that grilled cheese sandwhich I just had.
I'll promise myself a granola bar later or something.
Last night I watched Rhiannon eat raisins "because they're healthy"... but she hates them. So she swallowed them whole, like pills.
And everytime Joe walked past us giggling and being girly we'd laugh even harder.
I'm sure he thought we were talking about him.
At the end of the night we ended up tossing a football back and forth down the main aisle of the sporting goods area. I really suck. I haven't thrown a football since.. guh ... probably since sometime in highschool.
I felt like a big dumb girl. hehe and ya know.. that was alright too.