things are on their way to normaldifferent.

carl and ray, the blockbuster rabbit and guinea pig, are my heroes today, only because carl looks like my bunny.

i have to write my own obituary as part of my psych final. what kind of psychology class asks you to write about your death? i'm confuzzled.

this is all winding down now, which it very well should be, for it should've never begun in the first place.

i pick favorites. i know it's bad.