Poorly life.

Yawn.
I'm terribly tired, I have a poorly head, poorly eyebrow bone, I want junk food also.

Last night was the funniest though.
I heart:
-Food fights
-Snow angels
-Locking myself out,

I'm extremely concerned that we've resorted to eating fruit for a sugar kick 'cause we don't have no junk.
I now have plum stook in my teeth and it's not enjoyable.

And i'm just not happy in general.

Bed time.