Dancing, Dancing in my hands... Ok, definitely going crazy. I talked to Dane-face today and he's being an ass... Not to me but to everyone else, I've been told by a squirrel. A very good friend of a squirrel, might I add. Badgers and Coons are just too confusing. It's definitely ok though if the coon and I aren't together... Ahhh, my stomach hurts uber bad. I'm on my second grande capp. 3rd strength, trying to stay awake on a few hours of sleep that'll have to last me at least 18 hours... I've already been awake 9 hours. The first one tasted really good and this is the same stuff so why does it taste... poisonous? Weird. Maybe I should eat something with it.
My game plan for my last hour of work is to screw off another half an hour until Ethan gets up here, see if I can get the mission statement for the peace coalition and then have a reason to be on myspace so I can type it up on the account I created... Woot, 9 profile views, haha. Whereas mine just broke 4,000 yesterday (currently 4,061 views). Then I'm going home and eating something or just chillaxin until 5:30 and then I'm heading back here for another 3 hours or more... it's usually the "or more" part because my mouth proceeds me. My game plan for right now is to jolt downstairs and get a milkyway and eat that with my poisoned capp so my stomach doesn't hurt so much and stops cramping up. Stupid organs...
Anyway, after the milkyway I'm going to rant some more about Dane-face... Or I'm just going to go after realizing I forgot about this and now it's 4 pm and I can leave.