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I am completely dead on my feet. Ugh. Why the hell am I awake? I need sleep. I'm going to check my e-mail and go to sleep. SLEEP IS MY FRIEND.

Gah, last night was... ugh. 9.9 Petty drama abounds. At least the last half of the night went quickly. >.> Thomas and I kept ourselves entertained by throwing stuff at each other's heads the entire night. Whoop, reflexes. Also, must make note to punch him in the head at least once. Was clapping hands together in a "let's get moving" sort of motion, but only got to once before he threw a bag with pants in it at me. Simple move to block and catch, right?

Him: Well, at least we know Ed's got good reflexes.
Me: ... you so did not just.
Him: *smirks*
Me: *flings bag at his head*

9.9 HOW? WHY? Ack, I don't even CARE ANYMORE. EXHAUSTED.

Pounding out chapter three. Will be working on it lots today. Yay!

*pokes head in fandomhigh for a minnit, to see what's going on, then runs off to bed*