Tired.

Oh, this is rich.

I have a great idea! Let's ditch Bill and have sex with each other all weekend! Isn't that grand? I can drive out to see you Saturday afternoon, and I'll come home Sunday night. Never mind what emotions this might bring forth in him. I mean, he said it was ok, he couldn't POSSIBLY just be being nice, could he? We'll leave him with the drunkard, everything will be fine.


In other news:

I am absolutely NOT ready for whatever you have planned. God I wish I could talk to you on some sort of a rational level without big brother getting involved and telling me everything I know is wrong. Such Bullshit.