I showed Dan my tonsils today. He pretty much all but puked in disgust as a response. I thought it was hilarious (plus it's good to know that I have something I can use as a weapon to get him off of me when he decides to mess with me).

The vicodin made me a little loopy the other night, but now all it does is knock me out for a few hours. In that sense, it's kind of a cruel drug. (What you're thinking: Aren't ALL drugs cruel? My response: If they actually help heal you, no.) It makes you feel insanely happy about every possible situation concerning anything and the next minute knocks you out so you'll sleep through the happy. Either way, I'm content with sleeping.

I started organizing all my photos today. This computer here at home was pretty much the slowest thing I've ever experienced, next to that day we were stuck in the Superdome for over 14 hours, doing nothing but WAITING for the dang Sugar Bowl to start. (I'm still mad that we didn't see the sun that day.) So I asked Mom to get some blank CDs for me so I can start keeping them in an organized file system that WON'T slow down the computer. I'm tempted to start deleting some of my music on here, because I'm pretty much in love with my MiniMac and it'll be more convenient for the people who use this old PC more often than I do.

I feel like I should be writing inspiring things, but I don't have much energy to even try. Right now I just want to work on building up my strength so I can be back in class pee-dee-kyu. (Ha. I wrote out "pee".)

Quote of the Day: "Just because I think gay guys should be allowed to adopt and that everyone should have a hybrid car doesn't mean I don't love America." -Liz Lemon, 30 Rock