talk, talk, talk...

As promised, The Idiot replaced the broken CD shelfy thing and now that the CD collection is alphabetized and the room is partially rearranged, I feel better. Although, not quite tired, you see, I had a coffee at 8. Even after listening to the new NIN album twice and watching The Idiot assemble the new shelfy thing, I still don’t feel tired. Neither does Ernge. We are ready to party. Too bad it isn’t Spliff Day…I mean Friday. Speaking of Spliffany…

We have made rules. We will not talk to strangers. We will not go to McDonald’s. We will come straight home, no matter who wants to hang out after the bar closes. We will not fall asleep with a cup of coffee in hand (this one goes for me especially). If we follow these rules, there is a good chance this weekend will be drama-free. But…it will be US…so…

I really wish that I didn’t have to get up in six hours. I do love the night time. It’s so quiet. Sometimes I think that I would like to have a night job, but then I realize how much I would miss not being able to enjoy it. Sometimes, I feel like I am the only one that exists. I don’t know how crazy that sounds, but I am pretty sure that it is the best feeling there is. Like tonight, I keep saying that I will go to bed in half an hour. Have I gone to bed yet? No. Do I really intend to? Yes. But is it impossible for me to stop running around? Totally.

Alright, that’s it. I am going to bed in half an hour.

Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: “Bad Reputation”- Freedy Johnston