You're Ace...

I've yet to get a letter. 

Yes, it's been the two weeks I was advised I would get a letter in two weeks. 

This is absurd. Where's my letter? I need to do more things for the greater good.

There's not much of a better high that knowing you just helped save someone's life. We donated blood. FIFTEEN PINTS. Well no. One. But it felt like 15. It feels good. Just don't handle monkey fluids. They frown upon that. 

Excuse me, I've just got to open this package of masking tape. The boredom is taking over my soul.  Alas, the entire front of my desk has been masking tape'd. What a complete waste of my life. 

I haven't been sleeping well, due to lack of--well you know, stress from school, a bit of extra carry on sad, arm sadness, that one meeting.  So my mind is exhausted, just plain and simply put, exhausted.

Not much to say other than, I just lo'e mah frenz. I love 'em. :) There's some love there. Love. Feel it. Oh wow I was so awkward. I hope I'm not so awkward now. 

We'll be the very best like no one ever was, we'll catch them it's out real test, to train them is our cause. Speaking of trains, we'd better get working on that needle phobia the two of us, or we'll never get a role in Trainspotting 2.

♥ b. 

Oh, yeah... You need internet :) 

Also becoming the Mayor of Typo City was not a title I had hoped for.