A forum for the sleepless, insomniacs, and night owls. We don't count sheep here.
Late Night Chat
Because it's always late night somewhere in the world...
What are you up to?

A forum for the sleepless, insomniacs, and night owls. We don't count sheep here.
Because it's always late night somewhere in the world...
What are you up to?
A forum for the sleepless, insomniacs, and night owls. We don't count sheep here.
Cooking veggie foods. Because I should eat.
Worrying about how I am gonna pull together a work outfit for friday. Haha.
Work outfit? Really?!
Yeah got the cashier job. It's easy, super part time, not in my field so instantly low stress haha.
Congrats!
Merci Beaucoup!
I AM SO HAPPY AND EXCITED FOR YOU LIZZIE!!!
You should post your first day of work outfit - its good luck! πππ
Haha I'll find out what the dress code is tomorrow.
Listening to new music, looking at old icons, thinking about how to be sad.
Any good songs to share?
(Hugs for sadness?)
Tartanic - A Moroccan 6
Never Shout Never - Coffee and Cigarettes
Blues Saraceno - The River
Lykke Li - No Rest for the Wicked
James Bay - Hold Back the River
::hugs:: π
Sorry I dropped off - my tum was hurting.
I loved the songs you recommended!!
Sometimes when I am sad I take a hot bath and drink tea.
The more time I spend under the water the better.
Cleansing water. Me, I'm writing. Same principle, less pruny fingers. :)
Good!
Whatcha writing?
Fanfic. It's supposed to be a Halloween story, but I'm an impatient person and will probably post it well before then. At least I know my limitations.
Heee! patience is not a virtue which I possess either.
Predictably, working. Wondering if I'm out of my tree or just edging out on a limb.
I love your way with words. <3
Anne McCaffrey, actually.
I love your way of collecting words. <3
Staring, horrified, at the bodies of the three dark-suited men I've effortlessly subdued. How do I know these skills? How do I know these menβand who sent them? Why is it that all of my late nights seem to begin with things like this?
This wasn't meant to be me. I envy those oblivious, myopic souls asleep in the buildings around me, secure in the veneer of civility provided to them by the forces that be. It seems that someone made the mistake of looking a little too closely at that veneerβand now those forces are looking back.
But who? Gray Man? He's dead. Hancock? Is it Hancock? Damn himβno other pieces fit.
Somewhere, out in the shadows, there are answers. Another sleepless night awaitsβand if morning ever comes is anyone's guess.
You seem to have wandered in from a fiction community. Most welcome! :D
Paranoid Ex-Agents community, actually, but thank you :)
Listening to my favorite German song. (Hmm, I should have a favorite song in each language...)
Bleary-eyed staring. Writing interactive fic took more time than expected. Didn't realize how much time passed. :P I think I'll close my eyes in a couple mins... Better brush my teeth because I'll no doubt doze off...
Sweet dreams!
Thanks!
I'm on the edge of a bad mood and it's a toss-up between whether it's going to be the internet that properly tips me into it, or a random stranger when I'm out shopping for clothes and groceries later. 50-50 either way. Also I am so tired of coughing, it is inconvenient and makes cycling up hills intensely challenging. :(
I'm sorry that you're still sick. But your imagery of standing on the edge of a bad mood, just waiting for the shoe to drop, made me giggle a bit. ::hugs::