But this new X-Files . . . I dunno. It just felt kinna sad. (sad in a bad way).
I had breadsticks to-day. That was my triumph.
Yes it was. You see, on Thursday I meant to get some, but I didn't because I had to go to stupid class (which I ended up being late for because I almost got breadsticks). So I promised myself I'd definately get them to-day, which I did, despite a variety of obsticles.
I got up at 2pm--a new record for me. I was forced to drive through cold and rain . . . but finally I got zem. And zey were all mine.
After them--after just four--I could hardly stomach a tic-tac . . .
It rained all day to-day. But guess what? Barnes and Noble's fire alarm still went off.