I sometimes wish I didn’t wake up so damn early. I wish I could sleep in like other people. It looks nice.
I’m having spree and smarties for breakfast. I know you’re jealous.
I ran out of most of my cleaning supplies, so I just haven’t cleaned. It won’t smell like I cleaned, so what’s the point? That’s really fucked up thinking, eh? Yeah, I just realized that.
Smarties and spree make your tongue hurt after awhile. It’s like eating sandpaper.
I guess in all my comforting wisdom, I promised Ian that we would find a nerf gun that he can shoot today. I’m such an asshole. How am I going to go about doing this? MD is gonna sigh heavily when I tell him what our task is. I honestly thought Ian would forget, but he hasn’t. He murmured it on his way to sleep last night when I tucked him in. We’re so screwed.