shitty shit shittyness.
my health is deteriorating into the sick zone. now, this is not so hot. nobody likes being sick, so you know how it goes. it sucks. especially when you have to play in perf class on monday and you already suck at your piece enough that getting sick isn't going to help anything. well, poo on my immune system! fucker.

mikey wants to know about "the game." ask me in person sometime, i'd be more than happy to tell you. it might envolve a long personal history of my misadventures in the world of boys. be prepared.

still no bike key, still no trombone. argh! i hate waiting. argh. okay. dishes to do, beds to sleep in. g'night