Today. I didn't do ****. And it was great. I did wash my hair though. I did not get my car registered. Ain't that responsible of me. And no one could wake me up because I wouldn't get out of bed and unbarricade my door. Uhh, steve was busy all day. I ate french toast, an orange, and then tacos. When he finally asked me come over, there was no way I was leaving that couch. We argued about who would go where, and neithre of us ended up either place. I watched The Green Mile, all three and a half hours. Good god, if it hadn't been good and had a lot of running plots, I may have killed myself. I watched Futurama, it was the episode where Fry dies but it really turns out Leela is in a coma. It never fails to make me cry. Through the whole thing.
The rash on my face has begun to sting when I scratch it. I think I've scratched through a layer or two of skin. Also I took the fabric bandaid off my wrist and sure enough, tiny bumpy allergic reaction. Itchy, itchy, itchy, I'm falling apart. How much the bumps resemble the ones on my face makes me believe this is also an allergic reaction. Huh.
I've been played Roller Coaster Tycoon, for hours. I'm not sure if it's the ridiculous amount I've grown up since I last played but I do a lot better now. I'm so much more money conciencious, and I understand people better. I know how to please the crowd. I'm doing really well.