Undead Laundry, yo

( i am uncommon, yo )

Dear mecha: when you buy a peach danish from Panera, please do not leave the sticky tissue paper from it on the floor. For two days straight. Because eventually Jenny will manage to set her heel squarely down upon it, and have to exert a great deal of force to peel it off. Love, Jenny. (p.s., no, I am not mad. I'm just posting it here 'cause I'll probably forget it by the time I go in your room to wake you up.)

It's a nice day today. Gray. Awfully bright, though. Yesterday was amazing. Dark, cold, raining like mad at times. Wonderful. No, I swear I am not actually a goth.

And now to enjoy my schoolskippingduetoillness. Um... yes. I'm going to... enjoy being sick. Hrm. Nonsensical.