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Dear Livejournal,
What am I doing up at 4:20 in the morning? Oh, you know. The usual.... talking to random strangers that I've never met, promising Ryan that Josh will make it to the raid tomorrow (lest I suffer the wrath of the bald one), making mysterious plans, avoiding stalker-age, and trying very hard not to fall asleep.
But alas, the sandman has come and I can no longer hold him at bay (can't you tell that I'm exhausted?).
Josh's phone is either off or dead, which blows because everything has now been moved to Monday. But that's also good?
Ohmygoodnessme, I'm le tired.
What am I doing up at 4:20 in the morning? Oh, you know. The usual.... talking to random strangers that I've never met, promising Ryan that Josh will make it to the raid tomorrow (lest I suffer the wrath of the bald one), making mysterious plans, avoiding stalker-age, and trying very hard not to fall asleep.
But alas, the sandman has come and I can no longer hold him at bay (can't you tell that I'm exhausted?).
Josh's phone is either off or dead, which blows because everything has now been moved to Monday. But that's also good?
Ohmygoodnessme, I'm le tired.