So, 2:43 in the morning, again, I guess, and yeah! I'm writing stuff. Because, well, why not? I need to wake up early (before 1pm) tomorrow to do laundry, but, hey, I can afford to stay up, right? Yeah!
Peanuts and Pinocchio, because, why not?
It's just one of those nights, man. I want to be all over the place, but, of course, I'm in one place, and I don't have a whole lotta extra funds, so, well, look, man, I can't exactly go anyplace.
I'm going through all The Shins' discography, trying to decide if any of it is better than "Baby Boomerang". I'm pretty sure there isn't anything better. Meh. I should look for something different to listen to; but what?
Enough of what there is to listen to. Enough of what there isn't to listen to, as well. There seems to be so little. Or, too much. None of these sorts of things are worth writing about, are they.
I should like to eat a fudge.
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