RMHC

I went to the Ronald McDonald House yesterday morning with CTAHR and moved trees hey had cut down...serious physical labor. I cut my leg (a good sized scratch, but still a scratch) and everybody was saying "do you need neosporine?" "are you sure you're ok?" and freaking out. I was like "It's a scratch. I need soap and water. Calm down." I thought that was funny. Then I came back to my room and set my stuff down and went to pee. As the door closed, I realized I forgot to unlock my door. No big deal, I'll just go get the spare. I went there and the had lost the spare key when I turned it back in after my key had been recoded. I had the RA meet me with the master key to get back in. Then I fell asleep. Good nap, too because Heather went home with the girl across the hall this weekend. She should be back soon, we're going to get Mexican food because we have a gift certificate.