good news is on the way

my mouth feels fuzzy and my eyelids are glued shut when i begin to coherently understand that the sounds coming from the common room are not actually herds of stampedeing wildebeest, but rather my roomates. after a few momemnts of attempting to get back to sleep, i decide it's not worth and instead get up and join in the fun.

my new name is lamb, i've met the aussie ryan from next door [who has some fuck-off-shiny hair and a smashing accent, heh] and have discovered that caitlin really fucking likes mayonnaise with her french fries.

well worth the sleep pattern disturbance.