'twas the week before christmas

i'm not entirely certain why i'm even here. why i didn't make some sort of bullshit excuse to take the entiredamn week off. stop wasting everyone's time.

it's 11:19, and i've not done a fucking thing.

grand!

i'm watching my desk vibrate with the force of my neighbor's computer, getting my bbc fix, preparing myself to receive the parents tomorrow...still trying to ascertain whether or not my brother will be staying with me this weekend. pondering the weekend. wondering whether my conscience will really allow me to not do another fucking thing today. i think it might.

hoping my brain doesn't start oozing out the ears before the end of the day.

new song.

newly developed photos.

left my phone charger at roos' house.

sun is shining.

anarchy monday.

yeah, it's not so bad.

though i'm a bit worried about one of the boys. he was being cryptic, and i am now rather having trouble getting him to talk to me. there may be many reasons for this. but, nonetheless, i worry.