Having half a cup of chamomille tea because I couldn’t be bothered checking to see if there was enough water in the kettle OR re-boiling with more water. I’m so lazy.
My goal in life is to one day get to the bottom of one of my lip balms. I usually lose the bitches after a month or so, but I’ve never gotten to the bottom of one. What the hell.
Gonna go to dad’s again today. Let’s see how that turns out. I don’t really want to spend the night, but I might end up doing so anyway if things pan out in a good way.
So I’m back from my dad’s place after only 9 hours or so. And 8.5 of those hours was me napping because I hadn’t slept last night (partly excitement, and partly from worrying about the state of my room). I don’t know what to say. I want to say that I expected this shit, but it also makes me sad that I expected it at all. Fucking fuck.