It&#039s late. I mean, I know that I just said the same thing in the title, but well, it&#039s after one so I&#039m not thinking that straight and I&#039m prone to repitition anyway. I don&#039t even know why I&#039m posting. I don&#039t even know why I haven&#039t gone to bed yet. Ian and I got back from DnD at Lushbaugh&#039s at midnight, and I sat down at the computer to check my character on SWG who was getting resources while I was away. We weren&#039t home two minutes before I saw my friend Tant sign on (to which Ian commented: &#034Looks like you won&#039t be going to bed soon after all&#034 with a chuckle), and I mentally admitted that he was right. So I talked to Nick for about an hour, then he told me to go to bed, but I haven&#039t yet. I guess I&#039m just sort of wound up from everything today. I watched &#034Cyrano de Bergerac,&#034 typed up a little more of my book, was forced to practice driving my friend&#039s car (&#039cause I&#039ll be helping to drive to Deleware, and he wants to make sure I won&#039t cause any accidents), hung out at Lushbaugh&#039s until DnD, played DnD, ate way too damn much sugar (York Peppermint Patties, Reese&#039s cups, Mike&#039s Hard Lime something or another, and M&Ms), then came home to chat a little on SWG. I mean, it&#039s not an exciting day by anyone&#039s standards, but I&#039m wound up anyway. Remind me to tell you all about the job excitement sometime tomorrow before I forget (as if I really could anyway). I guess I really ought to just go to bed now. It&#039s nearly one thirty. Okay, I&#039m forcing myself to now. Laters.

Posted: May 15, 2004 at like I said: about one thirty in the morning.