mood: bored
music: the argument
CPCetc: gah...
music: the argument
CPCetc: gah...
I'm passing the time between now and the show by seeing how strange of a position I can sit in and still type properly. Currently, I'm leaning back in my chair, my left leg is propped up onto the counter at a very odd angle and my left arm is coming underneath it to type. My wrist kind of hurts.
I wonder who's coming to the show tonight. Rob and his
Marion has the weirdest sleep pattern ever. So by the time I'm awake and hyper, she's falling asleep. And when I'm really tired and in a post-coital stupor, she wants to play cards and discuss politics. This can't be at all healthy, for either of us.
...God damn it, she fell asleep again. *eyes clock*
I wanna do something... Blargh...
+ go to post
+ buy sockies
+ take shower
+ find something to wear
+ stop being bored
+ maybe finish royal tennenbaums
+ find some form of entertainment to keep sanity
+ convince froderick to smoke
+ convince rest of world of platonicy
+ give cheque to paige
+ have various shenanigans
+ stop being bored
GAH!!! SO BORED!!! *falls over*
I need something to do. Right the fuck now. *has antsy twitches*
I've fallen back into my default position of one leg thrown over the other and sitting up straight. It's terribly comfortable.

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