Oh! And those Favourite Jeans that got a hole in them? I got them patched over Spring Break, and now they have another hole. Maybe I should sell them to one of those trendy department stores that cater to the “distressed” look. Favourite Jeans, you fail, and are now replaced in my heart with Awesome Pair of Jeans I Forgot I Had, Because I Was Constantly Wearing My Favourite Jeans, But Which Now I Realize I Like Even Better, Even Without The Hole Issue, or APOJIFIHBIWCWMFJBWNIRILEBEWTHI for short.

And now, bed.