It's gotten to that point of night where my skin feels like it's crawling and I crave some form of food that is impossible to find, since I have no idea what it is I'm craving. My dad doesn't like the word crave because then he thinks that I'm pregnant.
I'm currently watching the Grudge, on mute. I have Slayer playing in the background. I'm quite boring.
I started writing this about half an hour ago, but I keep getting distracted. Then John signed online.
