Daddy agreed to painting one wall in my house orange. I am ecstatic! Also, the wall of our new bar will be orange too! Which makes me doubly happy! Originally, I wanted it to be red, but Daddy wouldn't let, so I settled for the next best thing, which was orange! I read from some website that orange energy brings relief when things are starting to get too serious. And that is exactly what I need right now.
Did I mention that I've had all of four hours of sleep for the past two nights? But my brain is restless. The paint fumes must be getting to me.
I'm writing about meaningless crap so that I don't have to talk about the complicated stuff. Happy on the surface, right? I've been like that for so long, that the real me is afraid to come out.
But I'll end that story right there. Perhaps I can get enough sleep to make it through tennis & swimming & a night at the beach tomorow. Hooray for bonfires, and hooray to attempting sobreity.
btw, i hit Daddys car today. FML