• Mood: sore

You'd think I'd learn my lesson about asking him to do something but no

I was going to bitch about the worst gym trip ever and also the fact that my father somehow cannot manage simple written directions like "click this link and buy it because mom won't go to the stained glass lesson by herself" but i'm really too tired to even type it and I doubt anybody wants to read it.

I'm just going to click fake pokemon and wait for my ibuprofen to kick in.

And also eat these mini coconut eggs because they are pretty effing fantastic.