depressedI am looking at a flight for $260. I could be doing better things with this money, but i possess it because the library is paying me. (additionally, the website won't tell me the times of the flight until i actually buy the ticket, but this is what i get for saying 'no' when Ellen asked if i was going weeks and weeks ago).
I wouldn't be torturing myself like this right now if I hadn't had such a shitty latin class this morning.
*kicks vermont that is too fucking far away*
