*looks at Joy* Hey, bebe. *stupid grunt laugh*
I couldn't sleep last night, and it looks like I'm in for a rough day. Normally, I love chicken, but I've had so much of it lately that I'm beginning to turn into Pojo, fire-breathing chicken from hell. So I have no lunch, just this one soda and another I'll be able to buy later. I need a smoke really badly, but don't have the money, or eneery, to go get one from someone.
I have to go job hunting... I want to be an author. Bleh. I'm really tired, I had trouble sleeping last night. Then I had a dream that I was married to Ronald Weasley. Which makes it the third Weasley I've been married to in a dream (I've also been hitched to George and Charlie.... go me.) Strangely, Hermione didn't seem too concerned.
Oh. And I couldn't find the discman to take with me to school, either. Double bleh.