Normal life things. Okay. Mam's interviewing me for the article between classes this afternoon. Oh....OH and she's going to a...pregnancy clinicy place! She wants to get knocked up! I hope she's not just using Finian for his amazing genes and his manseed. Filthy woman.
At least she's not sniffing after Peter's boxers anymore. That's a relief! Probably more to Peter than it is to me even.
I'm feeling restless. It's bad. I'm all itchy. Someone give me something to DO.