I laid down for 20 minutes to try and get rid of this fucking headache (I know, I know...drink water...) and no one is talking about Justin any more.
Now it's all about Nick Carter. Oy.
And I woke up to $40 magically appearing on my desk. I think Mama played fairy godmother while I was asleep. It's good though, because I'm broke and still owe Amanda $22. So I'll still have about $20, minus dinner tonight. Oh well. If I cared about money, I'd worry about it. But I don't really.
Oh, and I should go to Evanston more often. Got lots of comments today. Ooo...