It's so late. Early. It's so early. Fuck and Talkbox concert tomorrow tonight - you'd think I would learn to ACTUALLY SLEEP.
Yesterday I sat down next to my brother at the supper table. He cocked his head at me and said "Oh really?
"What?" I said.
"Oh really?"
"...yah really?"
"Oh really?"
"..."
"Oh really?"
"No wai!!!"
"*giggles*"
No, my brother has not caught The Internet, I think it was equivalent to the endless Why children bombard you with when they are feeling annoying. Nevertheless, I was amused.
Random pizza and Scrubs night at Stan's Saturday night (so random it started out as a booze and movies night announced an hour before arrival time). I explained to Stan the concept of
Line Marriages during a conversation about the latest Orson Scott Card flare-up. Made me want to reread The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress... so I did. Tonight. Which is why it is three thirty in the morning.
*mumbles incoherently*