>> Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Everyone needs to get the hell away from me.
We all know how easily The Toast contracts sickness, what with my rich nougat center and all, and everyone around me is sick.
Stuart is really sick, or was the last time i checked.
Evan is fairly sick.
Nico is getting there.
And all i can do is walk around with some lysol and a cross while i twiddle my thumbs and pop ritalin as i wait to hear if we have an apartment yet.
Jeebuz i am tizired.