June 24, 2011

wingin it

dear the high point diary,

up again up again and off to the show. i thought i would take a bath maybe but i don't know. i told william we would go out for mexican food and he just arrived, but if we don't end up going he would prolly survive. i am hungry though. okay it is time for me to go. time for me to fly. time for me to get off my ass and at least try.