Late at night the feelings rise to the surface
Ty commented yesterday that we don't use our living room anymore and I guess that's true.In the past few weeks we've eaten dinner in there once, watched one awesome movie, and I defragged for an hour playing Fallout: New Vegas.
Right now is the season of six-to-eight-hour sessions glued to our respective computers.
He's working on visuals for the shows he's VJing at this month and I'm hammering, hammering, hammering away at this ridiculous Philosophy paper.
I'm at 10 of my required 12 pages but after seven hours of writing and referencing and cross-referencing Kierkegaard and Camus I've moved onto Sartre and my brain is mush.
I'll go over 12 pages for sure but I might loose my sanity in the process.
Two exams to go.
Then I am getting really, really, shitfaced drunk.
