How can I blog when my heart has turned into a black hole that sucked up my favorite waterbottle? I tried eating some bagle bites smothered in ranch, but that didn't bring my waterbottle back. So I ate some Reese's Puffs, but now I just feel squeemish. I can't go to bed feeling squeemish. I can't do it. I know I'll have that creepy dream about the clown in the trenchcoat trying to make me eat a pickle. I hate pickles. I don't really mind clowns as long as they don't wear trenchcoats or try and force me to eat pickles.
It's Friday, so I'm cutting this short so I can hunt down a coke for my stomach. Sara is out...Peace!