On A Roll:
My sleeping bag is airing out on the clothes line. Carrots have been cut, and Pirate’s Booty has been dividided into seperate plastic baggies so I don’t eat the entire bag in one sitting (it is like crack cocaine to me, and a major problem). The pasta dishes are cooked and chilling in the fridge. The area rugs, towels, blankets, cutlery, sheets, lanterns and flash lights, extra batteries, and reading materials have been gathered. I’m on my way to go get gas.
My period is MIA. What the fresh hell.