Bored. Bored. Bored.
I should start cleaning my room, but that would be the sensible, constructive thing to do. And when have I been known to do something like that?
I decided that tomorrow I need to go drop off all of my film, go to the bank and possibly stop off at the library (mainly to pay my fine from Black Hawk Down. Grr.) Mom's working, so I'll walk. I don't mind, after the beach I'm used to it.
Work was all right.
I just realized I'm not really in the mood to write...
