"Do You Ever Wake Up Tired in the Morning?"

Nick's blog is gone. As in, completely vanished. And Stalkernet has no entry for him. He could have died, and I would have no way of knowing. So if someone has a car and would like to drive me to Aloha (pronounced a-low-ah), Oregon, that would be awesome. I actually just want to hear him say the word gross again. I want to get a recording of it and play it over and over. Also, I have to tell him what kind of lotion Chrissie uses. I don't know why he wants to know, but it seems important.

I just realized I'll be failing a French test this evening. Funny how my mind managed to forget that for a while. I think I had a dream about it, and for some reason, I had forgotten to take my French Club card with me, so I couldn't even get into Cheese Night later. Yep, that's right. Cheese Night is tonight. And I don't have time for it. But I'm going anyway, because, hey, it's cheese! And night!

What I should be doing instead is finding a copy of "So I Married an Axe Murderer" and watching it. And all kinds of other fun stuff. I apologize if I don't update my blog better in the next 100 hours minus 12. I'm busy. And don't ask questions.