eating chef boyardee with a plastic fork is difficult indeed.
today was a nothing day. i woke up at 10 because it was fucking hot in the room, worked out for 2 hours with the girl (hardcore baby), waddled back and ate a sack lunch outside in the glorious sunshine (it was a may day in december...crazy southern californianess), went to find aurora, went outside and finished a book, started shivering because it's cold, came back in, fell asleep for fucking 5 hours, and now it's 9:30 and i'm attempting to consume mass-produced meat-stuffed pasta with a rather flimsy eating utensil.
it's not going so well.
i think i will try to study for my 8am exam tomorrow. i really, really, really am trying to care but ... no.