Oh the joy.

And it's official. I have reached the insomnia stage of stress.

At least it's X-Files night. Oh, and hey, it'll give me a chance to catch up on all those episodes of shows I've been meaning to see.

Woo.



ETA: ...latenight X-Files might not have been such a good idea. *has severe case of the heebie jeebies* hubbuededa jubbeda geh.

Because I'm awake, you get spam.

*looks at clock*

...okay, where are you people. It's 8:30 on the east coast, which I know is late enough for some of you people to be up and doing stuff. At the least avoiding class or something.


Someone come play with the sleepless wonder?

5:40am SPAM.

So... stay up all night and what happens next? You end up rec-ing bizare and cracked out Weiss porn. Ohyeah.


Two assassins walk into a bar...

Another peanut bounced across the counter, glancing off Ken’s hand and spinning on the glossy wood.

Ken slammed his hand down on the small, round nut as Farfarello reached for it, catching the tips of the other man’s fingers under his palm. "That’s mine now."

"Including my fingers?"

Peanut
by Ningengirai




And then you have a Schwartz that's all... Nice?

"Why... is Schwarz.....being so nice...? Why?" Omi sounded like he'd rather not have wasted the effort to speak, and he looked better when he lapsed into silence yet again.

"Crawford... ... said so." Nagi struggled for an explanation as to why Schwarz had taken the orphan in. "This is probably too late... I never wanted to fight Weiss. I never wanted to fight you. I did so because Crawford ordered us to. I can't answer your questions... I'm sorry... I don't know how. Because I don't know why exactly, either."

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. At Nagi's greeting, Crawford came in.

"Have I arrived too late, or just in the nick of time?" he asked, sitting down on Nagi's bed. "I knew you were going to ask that... I've come with the only explanation I could possibly give you." Omi waited patiently.
"You... remind me of my son."

Glass Castles
by Yami Bakura

afjughah.

Six-thirty AM and I'm finally, maybe-kinda-sorta, sleepy.



...I think I'm going to try and take advantage of this. RWAraar.