My mom is going stir crazy. Can't go out to the garage for a soda, can't go into the kitchen for lunch, and can't leave. She came down here, and I gave her a magazine and a soda from my fridge. She almost danced with joy.
Anyway, she is going crazy, and I could care less. I just want to sleep anyhow, so who cares if I can't leave? Plus, my fan is on in the basement... like that would matter at all. She is upstairs, hot (apparently), but she didn't want to stay down here. Whatever, I'm chilly (although I think that is just from being sick).
I was looking at places in WA to live, and there was a badass houseboat. I don't know if I have the guts to LIVE on the water though. (Not that I mind the water or anything... it is just... different)
Well then, enough rambling. I'm bored and tired. I'm going back to bed.
I *will* use my damn mood theme. Spent enough friggin time loading it.