@_@ I have aim that'd make grown Arrows cry, so my bedroom floor is littered with used tissues that didn't make it into the trash bin. Ugh. And mommy killed my writing muses earlier, or you'd guys have some Bucky or Jason/Tim/Babs porn. D: Ugh, and watch creative writing class kill my muses further. And I should probably look up if I had homework. Do I care? Not really. *sigh*
*goes to pass out, snuggling a box of tissues*
*goes to pass out, snuggling a box of tissues*