I'm in a bit of a mess right now; I had like MAYBE 4 hours of sleep last night, more than likely less, due to a sleepover, of course. And I napped like twice today, still not being enough sleep. Doesn't help that I went to the mall and etc. Had some trouble berating for 3 hours, I figured it would go away. Well, It didn't so I figured "Okay, when I get home, my parents aren't going to be there so I'll take my inhaler, eat a bunch of food (I forgot to mention I had like one waffle for breakfast including some purple drank, a.k.a. grape Kool-aid for my whole day before I got home) then I'd take a nap. Well, when I got home I couldn't find my inhaler ANYWHERE. I KNOW where it was in my room and I specifically put it somewhere so I could find it. Wasn't there. Had to wait maybe 10 minutes for my parents to get home and another 10 to have my mom call my aunt and drive to her house to borrow an inhaler. Luckily, I had SOME of my mini vegetarian corndogs before my dog decided to devour the rest of them. Then, after I got home I made a sammich. So right now I'm on the edge of passing out (Which, I'm really surprised I haven't yet) as I write this, and I apologize to and Whom, I was to write a story for and do an art trade with. I hadn't planned on my friend making last-minute plans for a party; otherwise I would have had all of that stuff done Friday. Once I get over this and sleep and such, which will most likely be Tomorrow, I'll get my ass to working on it for you guys

Oh yeah, and I got a new book on Cliff Burton, so I've been a bit burried in that latley