Messy Messy

That, ladies and gentlemen, is a product of boredom, coffee, and too much Algebra- our very messy dining table. The graphing paper is actually my math notebook. The two notebooks are my fic notebooks, the little plastic bag with the red logo are my cold meds, the white thing draped over that chair in the background is the stomach wrap my mom uses when her surgery scars start hurting again, and the thing near the Starbucks cup is a mechanical pencil, not a pen.

(damn, they gave me a Grande when I asked for a Tall Praline Mocha- I wont be able to sleep for the next 13-20 hours)

Thank you.