it frustrates me. it increases. it decreases. i feel like it's going to be okay. and then i feel gross. will i forever be this person?
yesterday was me and drew's 10 month (: we rented lots of movies and ate junk food. we had these fancy cookie sticks and we pretended we were fancy estate owners and had just imported fancy cuban cigars. we are quite the pair.
things should be all set for Tennessee. (:
work at 4, babysitting at 7:30, and then lots of sleep. hopefully lots of diet pepsi as well. i need all the help i can get.
i miss you.