*scratches foot*
I'm sitting here in the dark guessing where the keys are and doing a pretty ok job if I must say so. Stef and I are here chatting. Look at the time! Will never get back to sleep. I bepped out earlier and was having very strange, vivid dreams, which I cannot recall now. Darnit!!! Some of those tend to be cool!!!

Geezus Christ. In the middle of the fucking conversation about me being eaten alive by mosquitoes, this comes from his fingers :

Stefan: lol
Stefan: foot
Stefan: and ank-le
Stefan: and now.....
Stefan: the POWER...
Trace: wtfff
Stefan: mmhmmeh hhEH hhEH
Stefan: see..
Trace: lol
Trace: wda
Stefan: I made you another....Igor...
Trace: u gettin delirious
Trace: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Trace: OH MY GAWD
Trace: HAHAHHAHAAHHAHAA
Trace: must breathe

For those of you who don't get that, you're either too young, too old or very sad sad child who has had no childhood whatsoever.
With that bit of amusement I shall be off! I hope I can sleep. I doubt.