I ache all over and it feels good. I cannot turn my steering wheel without it hurting. I went to the gym yesterday and now want a membership so bad. I don't think my dad will give me the money (it's about 150 dollars for a year--- pretty damn good, I'd say), even if for Christmas, so I'm gonna have to get it myself.

And how, may you ask? By picking up roll-up shifts and making paintings. Roll-up shifts = tips. Michael said he'd pay me for a painting of Snickers.

Anyhow, I'm going to go into bed now and feel achey and good.