I hate Laundry Days.

G'morneeeng! Layne just left my place and is either waiting at the train station or on the way to the airport right now. He doesn't even know when he's coming back.

I'm not sure how to feel about this! But then again I'm never sure about anything. Lately it's been like, as long as I'm not crying or punching a wall, it's aaaallll goooood. :D

Gah, starving. But no credit to call for a McDonald's breakfast. I might make a trip to 7E to obtain said credit.