You just can't plan things like that.

My phone's only too glad to tell me I have no new messages.

Just got home. Head hurts. >.<

Off to sleep. Umaga na.

Ah, mornings.

It's the little things that matter.

Still no sleep.

Looks like I'm not getting much sleep tonight.

September 1, 2010 --- a day I'd rather not remember.

It's called a breakup because it's broken. (Damn, I have got to find my trusty old book.)