STOP-! VALVE TIME.

Alright, sorry for more or less a repost of last time's image, but I really am strapped for material here. Times are hard for "A Doodle With Each Post", so I figured I'd own-up to last time and post the uncolored stuff.
John called. He's finally spinnin' tires and lightin' fires, but no word other than that.
It's taken a bit longer than I cared to it have, but hey, you know what? It's gettin' done.

Everything's odd with so much free time.

I've been having trouble sleeping. Usually, I stay up until someone informs me, "Hey, it's late and I'm going to sleep," and I tag along. I don't have my usual entourage about to tell me when it's a good time to snooze, lately, and as a result I haven't been sleeping. I was up at five today in a pool of sweat when I realized it was five and I'd be counting out the minutes until my alarm went off.

There's not a whole lot in the ways of entertainment, now, either. Yume Nikki's starting to be stale popcorn, and the Craptop seems to have trouble holding connection to, well, anything. I tried to join Parsee for a bit of Sim City this morning, and I repeatedly connected, then dropped. I figured I'd try Dark Reign on here, too - I've got something queued-up this Saturday. It actually dropped the download because it timed-out after trying to reconnect. I think I'm going to have to download it onto the External Drive when I can mooch a desktop off someone again. If I can't do anything, I might have to risk vomity-colors with Seven.

Wrote someone who hates my guts a postcard.
They still totally hate my guts, but I think that's sort of...
I don't know. I think it's got mystique to it. If I make a routine of it, I'll never know if they read them or keep them, or what they think at all. It's kind of exciting.
Isn't it? It is, to me.
And worst case scenario, they put my salutations, anectdotes and such into the trash with my first-class postage, and I'm short a postcard and a few cents.

Speaking of postcards, I need to pick up some new ones. Writing Tom, alongside everyone else en-masse killed the pile I had. While I'm at it, I've got to ration and not buy a million like last time, because I've got more birthday buying to do - Liam's is just around the corner, and I refuse to just slip him a card, comment or something. We kind of met-up and discussed what to get - everything was bloody.
Long story short, I bet the shower's going to look a lot like my infantry this Saturday...

I also cooked stirfry today while singing Richard Cheese's cover of "Brass Monkey".
Most fun I've had all week: You got a Dry Martini, thinkin' you're cool. I'll take your place at the bar and smack you off your stool. Monkey and Parties and reelin' and rockin'. Def-! Girls-! All y'all jockin'!

Anyways, I'll probably TOUHOU HIJACK, LOL! a computer for a bit tomorrow. At least seven minutes or so, to snag Dark Reign and put it on the drive while chatting up a few sorely missed people. It worked pretty well this morning.