Oh my God I've been awake for twenty-four hours. Things are really, really funny. Things that shouldn't be funny, are really fucking funny. Reading Harry Potter until five am and then deciding to not sleep anyway. Funny. My things are still in boxes and I have nowhere to put anything. The light switch is broken. The cat is in heat and she's wailing. The toilet won't flush. There are earwigs in the drains.

I'm going to make German pancakes. The dog is snoring and it's tripping me the fuck out because I keep expecting to turn around and see someone sleeping on my couch or some shit. There were fireworks going off for a while, until I heard a firetruck go by, then it was quiet. Knowing this area, I wouldn't be surprised if someone and their dog burned down the entire neighbourhood in the night. That would be funny.

I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow, and I don't really care.