holy shit it's 1.12am and I just finished this and I've been listening to Amanda Palmer all night.

What's interesting about this is that at the end, my brain switched everything up and had Gerard as Jon and Frank as Spencer. For a milisecond.

Now I'm reading this because it's been on my mind lately. Still listening to Amanda Palmer. It's 1.37am.

MCR posted a bulletin. It only shows four masks. It says the Day of the Dead & Bundles are 30% off. Am I crazy, or did they not run out of masks months ago?

It's 1.42 and I've had my glasses off. sleep sleep sleep

Mike's yearbook write up is "Trapped in yearbook factory. Please send help." I cannot express how I feel about that- it is so perfectly Mike.

What movie?  Jesus, I have no idea what the hell happened there, I was in an I Heart Huckabees state of movie-watching with a mix of Mike and Third.  Which pretty much means I have no idea what the hell happened in it, other than that Elijah Wood is a hottass.  (And a Hobbit, and Hobbits are gay, and Justin Timberlake bought the Hobbit house because he is the same size as a Hobbit.  *sigh*)
 
Mike doesn't like hugs.  He hates being touched unless he's just being Mike about it.  But tonight, his legs were on top of mine for a considerable length of time, and I walked him home, right, and it's usually me going "MIKE, GIVE ME A HUG GOD DAMN IT." but tonight I just started walking away cos I didn't even think about it and I'm used to Mike whining and complaining about it, but tonght he was like "Hug?" and I stared at him and asked what he'd done with Mike.  And then gave him a hug. 

Sigh.  Depression slowly but surley coming back because I'm sick (of stuff) and am tired and work like, 12.45-9.15 tomorrow I think.  My parents are going out for dinner and I don't even get to appreciate it.  *sigh*