Wesley: There will never be a need.
That's how I feel.
Tonight I was scared that the universe stopped turning in my favour but it didn't. Things just keep getting weirder and weirder and the plot is thickening quickly, as if on medium heat. But it is thickening in a good way, like frosting, not like congealed fat.
Things are going fine, things are going fine.
Rented Ladybugs tonight and basked in the wonder of my clean rheum. Taped Zim. Was cranky. It feels like it's like ten at night, but it's not.
I should probably go to bed, my aunt is coming tomorrow. But my head is reeling. I wish I could call Lindsay.