It's after 11. I just got home from a band practice and I can't decide if I want to crash in bed (the guest bedroom not mine because Dean's got the flu or something) or eat all night. So here I sit on the computer with a bag of pretzels and a bag of Tostito's. In the interest of trying to shed a few more pounds I haven't opened the Tostito's. Yet.
Dean's sick with the flu or something like it. It figures, because Easter on the Moon is just days away. That's usually how Satan works. Say a prayer for him please!
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