If You Have A Spare Two Minutes

This is something I was shown by a friend in ::town::. It's kinda interesting, and if you have two minutes, then click the link. We're all connected via the internet...

Lost

(Nothing to do with the TV series. Not actually sure why it's called Lost.)

(EDIT: I am such an idiot. Can't believe I actually posted this with a place name. I'm not having a good day for idiocy.)

Liberation

I have recently discovered that staying up all night on a Friday leads to a certain kind of freedom that only sleep deprivation can bring. So far, I've had 5 hours' sleep this weekend. Unfortunately it's approaching the time I thought I'd be going to be and I'm having an increase in energy. Another ebb has passed. Now I'm strangely alive. Sharper. Focused.

Is it bad to get addicted to insomnia?
It's as drug-like as I can imagine.

Stuff Happened. The awkwardness of not quite being able to explain what is leading to cryptic Lentil coming out of her closet. For Jingle Bella, the other half of the problem with Cabbage has been updated. And it's mutual.
Hmm, that may be too obscure for even people who know what I'm talking about to know what I'm talking about. Never mind.

Feeling wired and confused. Still, coming home soonish, and as one thing falls another is rising. Or would that be the other way round?

Oh they tell me, there's still time to save your soul, they tell me...

I really don't have any idea how things will go this Christmas. I'm regaining feeling in my heart, but is it the same?

Woo for emo angsty entries.