a good wash and a night in a real bed (well kinda... no box springs cuz they never fit up the stairs) and i'm feeling a little better. this weekend still blew. wyl and i at eachother's throats, my little brother being a shithead and punching some kid for talking about his mom and quitting the troop that my daf built specifically for him, the covering of my car with dirt from the three mile dirt road...
todays a little better though. i guess.
todays a little better though. i guess.