Utter insanity. All of it. My fall classes just started. I’m in a flare (when am I not? but seriously, I am).
But hey! I hate my birthday, and three insane new things for the month should, at least, be distracting!
It’s Hope’s fault. And Sam’s. And, um, right. Kioshi’s. All of you. Dreadful.
Don’t mind me. By the end of November, at least, I won’t have any hair left, so I won’t be spending any more time worrying over whether or not to get it cut, color it, or whatever!