I really rage at myself sometimes...

You know that stereotypical "I have to stay up late because I'm waiting for that one special text ohmygodohmygodohmygod"? Well...I don't take it to that extreme, but I just hate when I fall asleep on weeknights. Take last night, for example. I'm up until about 12, 12:15 which is normal for me. HOWEVER. If I would've just kept my eyes open for TEN MORE MINUTES...I could have had another awesome late-night conversation. I love my late-night conversations because...well, I miss him. And yeah, you get the point.

So when I woke up this morning, I heard my phone vibrate (Yes. I always keep my phone on vibrate. That's why I didn't wake up to answer it. Stupid me.) and it was Twitter, of course. But when I noticed I had another message, I just raaaaaaaged all over the mother flipping place. And now I have to wait until tonight to text him back because that's just the way things work out for us.

And, instead of feeling good this morning, I'm just sitting here consuming saltines, apple juice, and various songs of Eric Whitacre because I had Sleep stuck in my head while I was taking a shower whilst created a depressing short story in my head, but I'm not sure if I'm really going to type it up. I'm not big on writing depressing short stories because they normally turn out dumb and Mary-Sueish. Yuck. Sigh, I've run out of saltines...wonder what Jim's doing today. Or Dan. Or someone.