*sincerely hopes Paco and Ladybird don't become an item*

I'm a selfish brat, but you knew that. I like the stagecraft lot the way it is and I don't like to think what sort of turn it would take if such a thing were to happen. One of the cornerstones of our wayward band is the fact that it isn't mangled by any of Those relationships.

Silly boy. I get the feeling he was in that precarious state where you want to talk about things with someone, but you still can't bring yourself to say all that much.

I despise second person perspective, but I'm not about to go back and reword that sentence. Because I'm not a perfectionist. Right.

So I gave him as many encouraging words as I could and proceeded to look into getting myself some more sleeping pills.

I also despise insomnia, for the record.

Blast it, don't sign off. I was going to angst at you.

Let's see. What else have I done lately?

Ah. I tried to make a phone call, but I never got around to finishing. Or starting, rather; for some inexplicable reason, my hands started shaking too badly for me to dial the entire number. It was unnerving, to say the least; that's never happened before.

I also received yet another inane forward from Engh-Anh. This particular gem concerned Bonsai Kittens. Apparently Engh-Anh had no idea they don't exist, so I sent her a couple URLs. Done my bit of educating the masses for the day, then. Pah.

Oh. And I went out for a bagel, but never quite completed that either. The brick path leading to the caf was a solid sheet of ice and, after a few seconds of sliding and slipping and emitting a few squeaks (really need to stop that; it's incredibly embarrassing), I went back to the room and made myself some oatmeal. That in itself was also rather difficult, as I had some trouble locating the bowl.

Between the three of us, see, Austine, Roommate #2, and I only have one microwaveable bowl. It's quite sensible, really.

And I eventually ate the oatmeal and that was good.

I'm bored, which is why I'm pounding out nonsense.

Adieu.