We're marching straight to Hell

[fushigi_na_chou]

~.: Not really. That was one of the songs they were playing at the tea bazaar/hookah bar Marcy and I finally were able to go to and get into. Tonight was basically a perfect night. We went to the PostSecret event at JMU, and discovered that not only does Frank really love his job? hobby? but he also really, really, really, really, really loves to talk. Alot. He went on so many tangents and it was kinda disappointing how many people didn't get to share their secrets because he was talking so much. :/ But it was good. Marcy and I shared some secrets, she cried (it was kind of adorable), and I got teary. Then, on a whim, we decided, "Hey! Let's see if we can find that other hookah bar we heard about!" And we did. And we went in. And we shared a hookah. And they serve sake (so next time we go on a weekend, I shall have some and reminisce).

~.: Now, I'm going to attempt to wind down and see if I can get a better night's sleep, but if not, at least I'll have something really substantial to whine about tomorrow when I see that campus doctor. Hopefully he'll be able to help me out with this insomnia problem. :x