Internet in his room. Finally. Now he'll only have to leave the room to pee, shower, have a drink, and eat. Periodically. Kind of. Maybe ...

cleaning his room. He started at 5:30AM. It is now 7:05AM. And he's still going. Good Lord, he wasn't aware that he had THIS much crap. O_O.

back home after a short day in Parra, running on a glorious total of 2.25 hours of frequently interrupted sleep. He's going to collapse now.

up early for a change, and contemplating McDonalds for breakfast. Though, realistically, he'll probably just get a pork roll instead. Hrrmm.

hardly Plurking these days. Heh. Fancy that - it seems to be heading down the very same path as his dear old neglected Twitter. Oh the joys.

so happy. His music is now organised into folders of artists/bands, then within those folders, folders of each album. God, he's so OCD. =.="

fucking tired, but almost done with re-organising the 7428-song-strong collection of music on his laptop. What a fucking mammoth task. =.="

his right earlobe piercing might be infected. Or, he could just be dramatising shit right now and the bit of blood doesn't mean anything ...

awake after an epic fourteen-hour sleep. Maybe now he'll get back into a normal sleeping pattern thanks to the miracle of exhausting dances.

going to bed early. He'd forgotten how much and how easily dancing can take it out of him. Damn five-month-long recovery. *shakes fist* Grr.