Morning; some semblance of sanity.

Woke up. Intended to go back to sleep until class. Couldn't. Fell over on my way to turn off alarm clock. Yelped about that. Got dressed, etc. Came to school, in one of my panic attacks just beginning.

Rehashed Escaflowne the movie to Darkside, who started out eager and ended up disgusted: evidently it smashes the entire first series into a two-hour movie, mangling some of the cool things in the process. Gave him the bookmark I'd gotten for him, the cool LotR one with the One Ring. (I have a matching one, yes, and the ring's on the same cord as my witch-tags.)

Got sleep in the TV pit. Turned off said goddamn-noisy-box so that I could get some sleep; I was out cold by the time the next source of bozon emissions turned it on.

Attempted to query Darkside about Attack of The Clones, and the seeing thereof. No response. Drat.

Darkside calls me Joanie. I like that. I like that a lot. I answer to that in person from family and close friends. Somehow "Joan" is too formal and distant for someone who's gotten woven in and around in my life.

Sometimes Darkside just likes to see me wince.

Darth Finagle

Am attempting to go and see Attack of the Clones twice on Thursday: once with Dawn, and once with Darkside. Planning on midnight showing with Dawn, and hoping to see it with Darkside as well, as Darkside is best friend and really does need a friend to see it with (though he may not think so at the moment).

Tickling a smile out of Darkside is torture, and I should not do it if trying to get a friend to assess whether this smile is lecherous or not. (The anime mallet discussion again; he is either annoying or lecherous to get whapped; I claimed he was lecherous. And petted him.)

Nice to see his smile.

Ahhh, home.

Votania's out, and so's Adam. Finally, time to collapse.

At least I have an excuse for being tired today.

Later, underpants.