Lier

"As the lump of shriveled pink flesh that would become Max-Ernest lay in the hospital incubator. like a small chicken (or a rabbit?) roasting in a glass oven, his parents argued about what to call him."

So, apparently, I've lied. I WAS able to blog today. But that's only because my dad got the time we were supposed to be there wrong. He tells me this after I've run around to get everything done. "Oh yeah, you've got another hour and a half until we leave." Grrrrr. But meh.

Got to change my chiropractor appointment for sometime else. Can't be today. can't be tomorrow. Don't know if I want to wake up early enough for it to be on Saturday . . . . I'll get mum to do it.

Justin came over last night and we played the new Raving Rabbids game for the Wii. OMG too funny. I'm not even going to spoil it by describing it. Too funny.

Mum wants me to clean up. Bleaugh. I don't want to.

Hopefully I'll see Justin on Saturday when he gets home from Humber. He's going for the openy house thing.

I want sleep. I've been so sleep deprived these past few weeks . . . .

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that hs ebade me return