It's 2:30 in the morning and I've had a rough week. What does this mean for you? Mostly 80's hair rock, but also a super-short post because I am tired and shit. It happens (rarely) and I choose to use it as proof that I am not some kind of android thingy. But if I was, I'd be the kind that could fight crime. With lasers. Coming out of my butt. Hell yeah.
So, I did Day of Silence today and actually managed to keep my mouth shut for most of the time, enough to beat Javi anyway, and that's all that really matters-er...I mean, spreading awareness, that is what matters. I'm still going to hell, aren't I?
Indeed, so says The Lord Freeman! And the third day did he star in a sub-par family-oriented sequel!
...Yeah, if that doesn't give you a good indication of my exhaustion level, nothing will. So, my life for the next few days: paperspaperspaperspapersDISNEYWORLDAGAINBITCHESpaperpaperspaperspapers. That's right, Program Board had leftover free tickets to Disney and me and the gang, as I have just now started to refer to them, snagged them and are going Magic Kingdom on Saturday, and I will ride Pirates of the Caribbean eight thousand times, and it will be most joyous.
Night! See you tomorrow where I will be giving away fifty bucks! (I won't) or maybe a puppy! (Nope) possibly some gum! (Not even).
"Just remember that a portkey can be any ordinary thing at all...like a football, or a dolphin" -Snape, Very Potter Musical