i need to clean up the detritus of last night's party.

for goodness sake, there is FORMULA spilled on the countertop!

my life sucks you guys. someone needs to either come here and just love me, or else slap me around a bit.

i just spent 2 hours typing the names, page numbers, and problems of 150 math lessons. my back hurts, but the thing that is making me feel like crying is that i know no one here would give me a back rub.