Glee made me download tons of old Madonna albums and blast them non-stop. Had I access to a random high school's intercom system, I would have blasted them there too.
Otherwise. Um. My spotty internet activity. I don't know what I'm going to do. Thiiiiings be weird. And uncomfortable. And all kinds of making me wish I had some Xanax. But. I'm dealing. Which is a good thing. Not talking to certain people. Which is kind of petty, but. Dealing.
Popping some diphenhydramine and heading to bed land. Which, no, is not always the same place as sleep land. Will mayhap make a relevant post later.
Granola bars!