It's almost sunrise, he's been up since two, and he's almost done with this box of Honey Comb.

"It occurs to me that I have no idea what to do with my week."

Anyone else have a headache?

Just him?

/this fucking site, i swear

Late night.

Why? Who the hell knows anymore?

Oh boy....

Where does he even start?

At this rate? He just might.

It's a striking view, what can he say?

Is that surprising?

A pleasant one, of course.

Well, there's a surprise.

Yes?

woke up at a good time, he sees.

Doesn't ring a bell.

That doesn't quite narrow it down.

and she is?

does he even want to know what the hell is going on right now?

Ah, so just business as usual then.

With any luck, that will slow down soon.

"What have I missed?"

Cue him effortlessly catching it without having looked over and slipping it on.

"Thanks."

Nothing too bad, he hopes.

Hello to her too...

/good news is, I'm home!

bad news is, I still got shit to do!

does he even want to bother trying to catch up on what's happening?

/have to admit, my week's not been great for the mental so far

Yes, he is just waking up.

- eventually, i will have some ideas.

/i'm probably going to just lurk tonight tbh