11/11/2002 - 10:43 a.m. | what a queer phrase

I'm not 100% sure of how much sleep I got last night. Like, I went to bed at a pretty reasonable (well, not reasonable... normal) hour. But then Kyle and Spritz came in and started chatting, and then I started talking, and we sang Hootie and the Blowfish, and Spritz farted a lot (we'd almost be asleep and then he'd make a terrible, juicy fart, and we'd all have to disucss it) and I think a lot of time passed. So everything is draped in vaguery.