Eight Thousand Drops

Yesterday my mom started making a big deal about how I didn't eat anything before leaving the house. Meh. I didn't eat anything in the morning because I was rather in a hurry to leave, having slept a bit longer than I should have. And I've had trouble getting up because I've been going to sleep later than I should have. Partly because my sleep schedule is not quite straightened out, and partly because I'm not getting much help in that department, because I do like to check e-mail and do other Internetly things before going to bed. Which I haven't been able to do any earlier than 11:30 because my parents are getting ridiculous about that damn Tumblebees game.

Could I make it through at least one day without getting angry, annoyed, or frustrated? It's getting rather tiresome.

I bought things at Wal-Mart today, and now I feel unclean. But I had little choice, because Target has apparently decided to quit carrying ink refills. Boo Target.

Also, get on with it DeQuincey. Get. On. With. It.