I feel terrible that it's only the second week of the semester and I'm already skipping classes. I feel alright now, so I *could* go, but if I get up, I don't really want to know what'll happen.
Sorry, this is annoyingly graphic, but I threw up my painkillers, so I've just been laying in bed on the verge of tears for the better part of the day.
I think I want to make Jell-O.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 1/24/06 at 04:01 PM