Ugh.

A kid coughed in my mouth last week.  Coughed IN MY MOUTH.

You can guess the outcome.

Super sleepy and exclusively mouth-breathing now.

That same kid was like in major melt-down screaming/crying mode today.  I just didn't know how to deal with it.

I ate pancakes for dinner and am watching a documentary on a company that edits rated R movies for conservative viewers (mainly Mormons).  Note to self:  Don't move to Utah.

I'm lying in bed.  I never watch TV in bed.  Is that pretentious?  Whatever.  I'm kind of pretentious.  Love me for me.

Which reminds me, I'm reading The Hobbit and I don't like it.  I don't like Tolkein.  And I feel guilty about it.  I feel like a bad nerd.  I feel like I am required to like it because of all my other interests.  But I just don't.  I just don't.  I'm so sorry.

I dunno why I decided to blog this.  Going to bed hella early tonight.