I'm up to early.

I'm tired.


And I've lost my CD binder. The huge 208 CD black monstrosity that is impossible to lose. Dammit, I wanted to listen to Dixie Chicks in my room. But no.


I'm already looking forward to Allie's party tonight.

And I don't feel hatred toward my mother today. Huh. Maybe I'm passed that stage? Or every once in a while I get a day off.