Aaaaand I'm done

So, my exam is over. And I'm glad it's done. So let us never speak of it again. Unless I didn't pass, in which case I will be screaming and doing a fiery-rain-of-death dance.

I stopped by the garage sale that Gilly put his stuff at. And bought stuff. I think I would make really good trailer trash, seeing as how I have the philosophy that cheap and used and still working is better than new and costing a million shekels. And also because I have a habit of going out in the balcony in my housecoat and yelling down to my roommate as she's about to get in her car. Classy.

The best part about the garage sale was the look of glee on Harley's face as he dug his hands into the flower pots on the deck and sprayed dirt all over. And then rubbed his hands in his hair.