I'm mostly alive.
The hot weather, though, is really hurting me. I'm always really hot. I sleep with fans on in the winter and wear sleeveless shirts in the snow. When everyone else is cold, I'm too hot. And now it's damn well summer, and eighty-seven degrees, and for some totally random reason, my room is the hottest in the house. I don't know why, but I've been in every room, and it's definitely hotter in my room than anywhere else. So I'm pretty close to falling down on the floor somewhere and expiring from the heat. I can't sleep when it's hot! No one understands this. -_-
I kind of really need a hug. They canceled Juniata Camp after all. I need Juniata Camp.
Going to Iceland a week from Monday. And there, I hear tell, it will be cold. And maybe I will actually be able to sleep.
Begging everyone's pardon. Shall stop bitching now.