Good Things and Bad Things That I Do

I had a pretty good time at Jess's party [woo!]. Her mom rocks. I wanted cookies.

I have come to the conclusion that either a] Sarah was wrong, b] Sarah was right, and c] either way, I hate myself for being a moron anyways and for not really feeling bad about said moronicity.

That's right. Maybe I am happy because of it. Happier, anyways.

What I am not, however, is well rested. We talked for soooo long. Blah, tiiiiiired!

We are in awesome shape for our TH presentation on Monday. Just a few final summations are needed for our notes.

Boo yah.