Saltines

I am eating them. Because my stomach makes angry noises. I can never make it happy! What should I do?

Oliver and I made cake at, like, 1 in the morning. It was pretty crazy/tasty. Rebecca and Chris at it too. We had a cake/online quiz taking party in the middle of the night.

I took the "Where does your soul come from?" quiz like Mink, and it said I come from the ocean. Which I guess would make sense, being as I'm a Pisces, I like being near lakes or oceans, and I have this general fixation with water.

So it seems that in exchange for not sleeping well, I have much more vivid dreams. And by vivid, I don't mean plausible or anything, I mean they're as stupid and awful as ever, I just remember them better and they seem more real at the time. AAAAAAARGH! This is no trade!

Please behave, stomach! Please behave, subconscious!

I guess I should go eat some Rice Krispies and a bagel or something.

Sundays go so fast around these parts....