I remember less of the day and more of the night, simply because I was unable to fall a fucking sleep. There's nothing I hate more than being unable to do what I want to do when it's the only I can do. It figures that in the midst of my nightmare, my niece is officially born. Happy Birthday, niece!
I blame my lack of sleep on the last chapter of Hotel Hearts. I posted that thing dead in the morning in the middle of the week--probably the worst time I can update a story, but whatever. I update whenever I want.
Lakers lost against the Pacers today, which is good. The tank is on. Let's not win any games for the rest of the season, please. And thank god, 2K finally fixed the broken ass app. I can get VC for the Pick and Win, finally.
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