the day.

this very day was particularly productive.

woke up. (more productive than usual already.)
ate a real healthy breakfast.
went running.
showered. (i know.)
"you have a letter." (excitement.)
what? i don't even know him. (fail.)
deconstructed (real word?) the small room that hasn't been used for anything.
made it into a baby room.
so that now i have MY OWN ROOM.
i no longer have to share with my constantly noisy (even while sleepin') one-year-old niece.
finally unpacked all of the things.
babysat the chitlins.
vacuumed up their constant messes. (which is a big deal.)
stole my mission brother's glorious mattress from my high school brother. (with permission, mind you.)
art exhibit. is that what that was? there was a man with a dog in his jacket.
earthfruits. (because spoon me is still closed.) cheesecake bites.
harold b. lee library.
in bed by 11:30.
likagramma.
why am i not feeling a feeling of heaven underneath me?
because rude high school brother stole the mattress back.
and because he is in high school, he's asleep on it.
and because i'm a saint, i don't storm in there to wake him up and demand justice. (like i should.)
don't worry, i will have my revenge.
does that counteract my saintly comment?
shh.