Wow. So this is the most I've posted ever in my life. The air conditioner in this house makes a funny noise. Every once in a while it sounds like someone is snapping. Which completely freaks me out. Because I'm all by my self. And I'm afraid to turn around and see a murderer standing there, snapping at me. Just checked. No one's there. Ugh. Someone please stay with me this week! Candy? You're close. zha--too bad last week was the week you had no school. You totally could have stayed here and come to see an improv show. Except not this last one. That was miserable. OK. I think I'm going to lay in bed and force myself to sleep.