10 more days. 10 more fucking days and I'll be 21, and far, far, far, far, (well, three hours) away from this godforsaken state and everything that resides in it. Okay, well just like five things but still, enough that I need to get away. Maybe if I get drunk enough, I won't mind coming back. Eh, who am I kidding?

Bah.

I'm going to be 21.

I started this damned thing when I was 17.

Wow.

Anyway, I need to put groceries away and take the dog out. Speaking of the dog, I have pictures but they're huge but here they are anyway.