Ugly Update

Spoke with Mom.

Apparently the ugly dresses were part of an auction. No one was bidding on them (Big Surprise!) so Mom did. (That's good logic...clearly this woman is where I get all of all my shopaholic tendencies from) But she bought them with the intention of having me turn them into skirts. (If I had any idea how to make skirts or owned any handy-dandy sewing utensils this could happen...in an alternate reality)

In other news, I haven't gotten caught up on sleep as much as I would have liked. When I don't get sleep, I get headaches. So more or less am dealing with a dull constant pain that is not very inspiring for wanting to write or do any work. Yet I have all these ideas. Have ideas, but can't write. Clearly I'm under a curse of some sort.

I have to read the suckiest adolescent novel ever written. Am on page 15 and already hate it. My future isn't looking very bright because the book is almost 300 pages long. Curse my masochistic work ethic.

Wow, I'm whiney today. I blame the headache.

Am going to go eat delightful butterfinger caramel apple my parents sent me. That should make the world seem like a better place.