7.25 am, i have not been to sleep yet. why, you might ask? i, for one, blame daid. and his copy of minority report. which was pretty pretty pretty, and predictable as all hell.

i have decided that i do not, in fact, have plague, merely a wheezy form of leprosy, by which i mean allergies. my throat falling out is but a miserable side effect of such.

i still have no idea what i'm doing for the summer. none. someone decide for me. and remind me that staying in beloit for a dumb boy is a dumb idea. b/c beloit is teh sux0rs.