I'm spectacularly awake right now, and I enjoy cosmic bowling, particularly when I'm good at it.
Of course, 2am is a lovely time to correct papers.
I enjoy the imagery of Laurel charging the second floor in camoflauge and whacking her residents with sticks.
And I MOST particularly enjoy el hecho de que I'm going home in two days, and how good that feels. Almost as good as my shins. But not quite.
Dance.
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