The World Needs To End.

I've been sitting in front of this computer for the past two hours trying to put together an outline for my sarcasm speech, citing sources and adding last minutes articles to my folder. It makes my brain hurt. This hour thing is throwing me off. Really, it's 11 and this is insane. I'm so tired. I've reached the point of melting mush taking the place of where my brain once resided.

That's a pretty terrible way to end the day but before this point my day was pretty amazing. Church was fantastic. Amazing things happened-- unbelievable things. I need to buy jeans (That statement have nothing to do with the amazing things, I just need jeans.). I had lunch with my mom-- that was good. Got Sara help with her hair, it looks amazing because of me. Got me some coffee and did nothing. It was great. I found out that I love Sundays. It's my only day to just... watch BBC.

I don't know if anyone else feels like life just stands still. I love Sundays because I do nothing, I don't like life because it does nothing.

Before I go, I thought I should inform you all that Pepe`, a beloved chihuahua to us all, died the other night. He was dismantled by a lawn mower. RIP Pepe`.

Most quote-able quote of the month: "If I had balls, I'd let you
grab them."

--Carmen