...verily.
This is pretty much the most retarded thing we could have done with our Shakespeare edition magnetic poetry.
So...where the hell is everybody? It's almost 1:30 already and everything is ridiculously dead. Maybe I should just take off myself. Brother's still passed out, of course. Tempted to just leave him here and go off somewhere by myself. Bah.
Well, I guess I will get dressed in case I decide to leave the house. .-.