So, here I sit, at 3:30 in the damned morning, wrapped up in my Corpse Bride blankie in my bed at my mom’s thinking about crazy shit and trying to not let my sinuses run straight out of my head - my, but it is quite dusty in here. I’m vacuuming as soon as they’re both awake; I can’t keep coming back to sneeze my brains out.

( cut because this is three pages in Word )