Exit Music for a Film

So I forgot I have to write in this every day now. That's a lot of pressure don't you think? Especially on someone like me. I'm fragile like an egg. Or something. My mom had these Christmas eggs that she used to hang on the top of the tree. They were painted by hand and all special. They were on the top of the tree so my brother and I wouldn't break them. And then I found five dollars.

Pretty good story, huh.

I seriously have nothing tonight, it hasn't been a good past couple weeks. I'm not even going to post a picture.

To tell you the truth I'm going to go mix another particularly strong drink and pass out at my earliest convenience.

Don't judge me, rabbit.