Before I can rest.
And it's not that I had a bad day. I didn't have a bad day. My day was not bad. I had fun today. I considered my day bad because I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's called disapointment. Story of my life, right?
Back to it though, I'm going through every drawer in every dresser, the whole bathroom, boxes, shelves. Everywhere. Dusting, trying things on. I found my pocket watch. Exactly where I left it, put away so nothing happened to it. I organize everything. Tossed out all the random wrappers and stuff. My room looks great. Amazing, actually. It always did, but damn! Haha. I really did play Modern Warfare all day. Steve came over and that's what we did. It was four when I realized I hadn't eaten breakfast. I like to play, but I hate when it's my fault we lose. And four of five times it is, when I'm not even helping. It's only a game, I know. But the principal of failing other people when they trust you can help them. I made bagged cookies and got pissed off because they were still soggy after the longest reccomended time- when they browned like they were supposed to I took them out and they were like floppy pancakes, still completely raw in the middle. I didn't wanna burn them, but they taste like **** when they're at that spot in the cooking process. I've put them back in twice so far. Which I know doesn't work, but they've had an extra ten minutes, so stfu. Why won't they get crunchy!? Or even solid! I'd settle for solid. Seriously now. They came out good last time. I know it's something I didn't do right.
I feel like such a letdown.
Ferrets are the greatest animals to watch dance.