the piss off

It's really, really late. Or super early, depending on how you look at it. I was informed today that my art portfolio may have been destroyed by a flat of pop...I'm too scared to look. Apparently we had this ancient flat of pop (which we have been storing for my cousin) and it has leaked all over the basement & my "art work" may have soaked up a good deal of it.

I've been trying to mess with the design of my blog...I hate it...but without success. I feel ill right now & I'm not sure why. I really feel like ralphing.