Wednesday, May 7, 2008

"Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water."

My mom made baked potatoes for dinner, today.
There was sour cream and melted cheddar on them.
They looked good.
They smelled good.

... I am sad. I couldn't eat mine because I came home late from choir and it's "unhealthy" to eat late AND I'm too tired to eat, anyway.

Week, be over! I command you!