In which I laugh to myself about the utter silliness of being up way too late.

So I'm sitting here.. quarter to four.. listening to Rascal Flatts.. and trying to figure out whether I should Facebook IM him, or if he's going to IM me. Oh dear. Wouldn't it be silly if we were both doing the same thing? Wouldn't surprise me, honestly!

I think I might be crazy. I'm staring at his name with as much "Son of a muffin, just MESSAGE me already!!" power that I can possibly muster. I think I need immediate medical attention.

**EDIT**: I diiiid it! I messaged him first. Ugh. I am so weak!!


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