Mmph. Yes, I just woke up. Yes, I was feeling sorry for myself yesterday. Yes, I'm dreading having to return to school on Monday.

I keep getting prom catalogs in the mail from every bridal shop in the Dakotas. Today's magazine is from Fargo, courtesy of the creatively named The Bridal Shop. Holy crap, leave me alone. I don't even want to go to prom. Poor, whiny Allison--the antithesis of the average teenage girl. Except for the whiny part.

When I grow up, I want to be a wombat.