Blythe is a turd (she calls me a shit... I call her a turd... what sweet petnames we have for each other). She wants to wake me up at an ungodly hour tomorrow to go out and get some "really good French toast" for breakfast, then trek around in some falls and get really frickin' cold because I'm a "dumb ass" that didn't bring any warm clothes. (well, I guess she's right.) But it should be fun, I like waterfalls.... I just don't like waking up early. If I can fall asleep soon here it shouldn't be so bad, but I'm not so good at falling asleep.