I caught up with Sleepy Hollow.

It's kind of okay, but like any other show or movie that takes place in New York, my disbelief is incredibly difficult to suspend, and that really takes away from the experience.

I didn't get enough sleep last night because the people in this house don't know they're being loud and don't care they're being loud. I feel like I don't belong in this damn house. I've been in and out of sleep all day.

I hope the sporting goods store calls me about my skates soon because I'd really like to go skating this week and not at 8 AM on Saturday morning just to get it done (because I'd have to get up at like five and um no).

The scratches on my leg seem to be healing. FINALLY. When I got out of the shower today, it was the first time since the whole mess started that it wasn't excruciatingly itchy afterwards! The past ten days have been so obnoxious.

My hands on the other... hand. I've not been so lucky there. Fingers are very sore and stiff.

I'm starving. All there is is gross spaghetti and grosser meat sauce. Looks like another hungry night. :/