There's blood in my caffeine stream!

I have to be asleep within the next three minutes. Somehow I don’t think this is going to happen.

I’d forgotten how badly coffee before food gives me verbal diarrhoea. I couldn’t concentrate on more than two sentences at once, and only if I closed my eyes at the end of every paragraph. Trying to only talk about one thing at once was entertaining. I kind of found Ray’s headspace for a while and it was more than a little bit scary.

The concert was beyond awful *shudders*. I’m all for giving little people a chance, but I was under the impression that duets involved harmony, or, you know, actual singing. Actual singing would have been nice. I’m gonna try and wipe that from my memory…

Brad’s gone all sulky on me and is refusing to resolve all his stuff with Nate. And Nate… is still deciding whether to call Brad on his shit or just walk away because some things aren’t worth it. I hate when canon fucks with a good plot.

Also, Real!Nate Fick’s voice… and general command of the English Language kind of makes me squee…