Super Mario-o RPG. It is the only game just for me.

Dear Lord, Rachel. What have you done to me? Oh no. Now Hugh Grant is singing it. I think I'm going to cry. Kill me. I wish there were something else I could listen to that would make it go away. You know, I think I'll play that some time this weekend. That is, if I get the opportunity. Did you know I have to wake up at 7:30ish on Saturday? Yes, my parents are going out of town, and since Rachel is taking the SAT at that time, I need to drive her. Worst of all, I can't just go home and go back to sleep like you're thinking. I know you're thinking it because on Friday's I can see into the future of people's thoughts. Anyway, I can't just go back to sleep because Austin has a T-ball game at 9:30. So it would be: go home, sleep for about... 30 minutes, wake up Austin and get him ready for his game, take him to his game, and sit there and watch. I can't just leave him there, can I? I guess, technically I can. I just shouldn't. No sleep for Julie this weekend. Yay!