I've had trouble staying asleep for the past few days, except for yesterday, when I went to sleep around 9:45, and woke up around 3 in the afternoon.

It's nearly 6:15 in the morning--I've been reading for hours, listening to Fyndir sleep. I'm so mean by waking him up every so often, but you know, I'm cruel like that. :)

Why am I not tired?

Oh well, I've been craving really REALLY REALLY greasy meat for the last few hours, I don't know why. Maybe because we didn't have dinner last night (a very late lunch comprised of Tesco's chicken and mushroom pies and some M&S ultimate mash, um num num), so my eating schedule is getting out of whack--not like it has been ever since I started working at the coffee shop. Y'know.

I WANT GREASY TURKEY LEGS NICE AND PIPING HOT, WITH THE FLESH READY TO FALL OFF THE BONE. OR SOME CHICKEN SCHNITZEL, WHICHEVER CAN BE OFFERED TO ME IMMEDIATELY.

You peons, treat me with respect. I demand meat, and not from the pelvic area kthxbai.

And happy Valentine's Day. I may have the best plans for it since ever:

staying at home with my beloved and eating like a pig whilst getting drunk. YAY!

And maybe some unfage later. >_> I mean what.

Oh yes, this is also being typed from below the surface of a river, with being parapalegic.

I'M DEAD.