i'm not allowed to leave my house until i finish cleaning my room ((yes, it's that bad)). but i find myself playing on my laptop and pouting because i STILL haven't found my sweatshirt of ultimate comfort that i got in chicago more than actually cleaning...

but this is what i DID find:
momx's creamed salmon recipe
two dead crickets
dirty panties
four half-finished crossword puzzles
twenty-two og beverage coasters

i want some pop.

but i don't have to be overly-productive. it will be yet another night of insomnia.

if i'm lucky and stop blogging, the bars will still be open by the time i'm done cleaning my room, and i'm feeling forward enough to talk to strangers enough to let them buy me drinks.