Today, I am going make mental notes. And, because I have nothing better to do, I am going to share them with you. Yayay!

Note to self: Should Poe ever fall into the shower again, do not, do NOT, try to use the blowdryer on him. He will not be happy.
Note to self: Don't make lists of things you miss or want or cannot have. It is merely depressing.
Note to self: As fun as eating sushi for breakfast sounds, don't do it, for your stomach's sake.
Note to self: Buy some crack pudding on Tuesday. By God, Katherine Claire, you need crack pudding.
Note to self: Don't eat that entire candy bar in the fridge, you'll regret it.
Note to self: In future, always bring a warm sweater. Stupid bloody weather...
Note to self: Always go to the park. Otherwise you will go mad, and that woudn't be good.
Note to self: Even though you are no longer a Possum, continue to enforce Possum law.
Note to self: Please, for the love of God, stop dreaming those two wretched dreams. Even the one that makes you happy.
Note to self: Save lunch money for frivilous purchases. Don't tell mother.
Note to self: Buy a discman today. You need to be able to listen to the soundtrack of your life.
Note to self: No longer mention those questions, because they're your business. Your burden to bear.
Note to self: You just mentioned those questions. Smack yourself.
Note to self: Don't smack yourself. It hurts.
Note to self: Do english and social homework. Do it.
Note to self: Go and get dressed and ready now. That discman ain't buying itself.
Note to self: Talk mother into letting you get a pony. A pony would be nice right about now.
Note to self: Get Marcelle's address. You have some unpleasant business to settle.
Note to self: Mother said you can get a tattoo this week. Don't chicken out.
Note to self: Stop drawing the same damn picture. It's annoying.
Note to self: Try and keep those fish out of your dreams. It's one small step in the direction of a good night's sleep.
Note to self: Appologize later to everyone about this blog.
Note to self: Find cure for mono.
Note to self: Do choral project, lest Ms Strome hurt you.
Note to self: Try to remember that "up there" attitude. Oh, you can't. Well, nevermind.
Note to self: Don't listen to Our Lady Peace. Their lyrics uncanny resemblance to your feelings is frightening.
Note to self: You are so scared, but don't let anyone see that.
Note to self: Proclaim yourself ruling monarch over the park. Banish all squirells.
Note to self: Clean condo. Remove pictures and take them home.
Note to self: Find that necklace you lost...where on earth could it be...
Note to self: Don't ever stop trying.