Sanity count: MIA
Sleep count: I've staying up till 130 or 230, and then getting up at 800. Does that make me a bad person?
Caffeine count: Strangely low. Only about three coffees over a twelve hour period, and then I run on stubbornness and water for another six hours.
Overall: I'm writing drivel, but it's my drivel. And fire is pretty.
I burned a crayon in the fireplace yesterday, which was interesting. If you pick it up with the poker, you get drips of flaming stuff ornamenting the fireplace. I also bowed to the inevitable and fired up MSN, (Yes, I do put this on the same level as literally playing with fire,) and was rewarded by being able to talk to the marvelous MoonUnit/Kendra, depending on what week it is. We discussed lots of sketchy things. And silly pink girls. My oh my, I cannot wait till December, and being able to read other people's books. *squees*
Are you noticing a certain "style," shall we say, of coherence? It's not an act. This is how I think right now. Though I'm omitting the profanity for KF-ness. :P
But I also went on a 75 minute walk, and discussed the insanity of liberal lawyers as regarding the military with my Dad, so now I'm all inspired again. Yay for idiots in power! *cough* I'm looking at you, Deshaselane. The walk was good though. A bunch of people dropped their backstory on me, which was startling. Dulamon has a wonderfully sketchy past, complete with self-inflicted blackmail. :D And Etna is freaky. "The attrition rate at that age is, high." Oh, and I also figured out, oh, lots of things.
*looks around vaguely* *headbobs* And if I have to listen to Japanese techno, new rock/country, syth heavy indie rock, alternative, hip-hop, uh- whatever it is that Kendra keeps finding and telling me about, celtic, electronic, AND straight-up rock to keep my brain from shutting down, that's fine, right? Right? *thinks* No, there really is a stunning lack of "christian music" in my playlist. Oh well. *runs away to add linkin park and daft punk*