let it be known i suck at chess. trevor and i only played one game yesterday, as i didn't want my ego too bruised. he beat toby, who only knows how to move the pieces, too.

bloomington is fun.

i think i may puke all over the place. my stomach doesn't like something i ate, and i feel like i just spun in one million (+1) circles and fell flat on my face. argh.