I am mad. I am mad and sad and I want to go home and pout. He NEVER comes here because it always makes more sense with our schedules and housemates for me to go there, and I'm okay with that but I was so EXCITED about him coming here and now he isn't. And I knew it would happen, like, days ago when he first got sick, I knew it.1. Spam views on my blog. They turn barely-useful data in to mush.
2. The flu. I don't even have it and it screws things up.
I don't get time off for pouting.