to go out with a certain someone tonight.. But can't seem to make himself ask.

eating a huge plate of pasta, watching horror films.

at a shooting range for the first time in weeks..

where Spain has run off to..

like he should get out more.

abnormally exhausted.

taking a walk, not paying attention to where he's going.

just woke up, looking a mess. Sniffs, looking around sleep still lingering.

can't help but think he should congratulate Spain...

trying not to jump with ridiculous amounts of joy.