*yawn* *blink* *blink* *snore*

I am (once again) exhausted. It doesn't help that I didn't get the nap I wanted. I came home, and fell asleep, after doing some things. But after about 10 minutes, my cell rang. I got off, rolled over, and it rang again. This happened about ten BILLION times. I finally thought to turn it on to silent. I FINALLY got to sleep.


Then, after having some REALLY wierd-ass dreams, my mom came in and started screaming at me that I "didn't deserve" to take a nap, *yawn* and that I needed to go outside and do the pooper-scooping then do the litterbox. Yeah, that's a great thing to wake up to. *yawn*

So I'm going to do it. Tomorrow. I'm going to try and enter my group. Without running away screaming bloody murder (Actually, I wouldn't be the one screaming, 'cause I would be dead). *yawn*

I know I'm going to get dirty looks. I had heard that they wanted to kick my ass. Now they're mad that I thought that. DRAMA! It's a never-ending-freaking-circle. I hate it. *yawn*