Eye Boogers and Worms and Scabs Hello, O. It is I, the depressed girl. Well, I was depressed. I am now hypomanic. You should look up how that goes. I have a bug bite in my bellybutton, wich is now scabbing. I am about to cut it off.... Just kidding. Ouch? I have coffee in the making right now, which should make #life ok for the moment. Also, I am picking some giant eye boogers out of my eyes right now. Basically, this is me trying gross you out. I do believe it's working. We all get eye boogs, just not all of us speak of them. I think I'm getting skinnier. Not purposely, but I have been a hyperactive mess for a few days right now. I don't sit down on my breaks at work and when I am home, I go out and jump rope or take walks. It feels amazing. I want a snapback. I'm not some sort of ass wagon or anything, but I want to be a baller. Is it stupid that I feel like my dreams are predictions of the future? Maybe it isn't stupid to you, but it's scary to me. I just had a cute idea to pour cold coffee all over me and go roll around with some worms while listening to Sublime. Eh. Someone's gotta do it.