Hidy ho my tendercheeked readers...My sleep schedule briefly went on track for a total of one day, it is now slowly veering back into unpopular territory however. I'm not fighting it too hard as I've once again been reminded just how much I hate being awake in the daytime. What in the holy hell am I meant to be doing? What do people do, exactly? Can somebody tell me this, because frankly I'm at a loss here.

Went driving around today out of sheer boredom, and who do I see? It was my two mormon unattainable sex symbols, Pentedler and Playelder, and a few of their merry and similarly hot friends. For some unexplainable reason I ducked and did not allow them the pleasure of admiring my beautiful face swooshing by them as I did theirs. But MAN ALIVE! I'm going to make a Mormon Boy calendar, I think. I'll tell them I'll donate all the proceedings to the church, I don't care. I just want to take the pictures. Besides...I don't think many people will buy said calendar anyway. I think I'm the only person in the world with this bizarre preferrence in men. Mormon missionaries.. where do I get my ideas from? (The spirit!!)