my head hurts. again.
i wanted to make eggs, but the frying pan is dirty.
it's always dirty.
and the barking dogs.
the band practice down stairs.
my mom loved her mothers day gift. which i'm glad about, because i love her...but i'm pretty sure i don't act like it hardly ever. well maybe i do, i'm not sure.
and summer is finally here.
i can't wait to go love the beach once i get off these antibiotics.
and for trips home.
this year keeps getting better and better.