Logic.

In my efforts to clean my room and make space for a photo printer, I realized a few things.

One, that I, annoyingly enough, bought the wrong correction tape refill.
Two, that I already have a stapler and I wasted money buying another one.
Three, so much has happened within the past 48 hours which had made me regret and rethink that a lot of the decisions I've made, however logical, are still stupid. I'm so crapped up I feel like vomiting. My head continues to burst. Like a pimple.
Four, I probably won't be able to go for a PeepShow gig for a long time 'cause of school. Gah.

My phone vibrated. But there's no sms to look forward to anymore.
It's probably Ezequiel.