no one can break us; no one can make us;

Okay, so. It's seven in the morning. We're still up.

... Bryce is approaching delirium. He's shaved one side of his face and won't do the other. Chase had to talk him out of mixing Comet with Draino when we were cleaning the bathroom sinks. I'm getting tired but I'm not sleepy, Audra works nights so this is like afternoon for her.

What are a group of young adults to do at seven on a Friday morning?

proud and defiant we'll slay the giant;

Dear God, it's painful to read your pessimistic delirium after you've had some sleep to clear your head. THAT'S WHY IT'S GONE. Not that I've had a lot--five hours--but now I've got my brand new feel good song on a loop--I think I might rewatch American Psycho, 'cause I've got no idea what happened in it. Except Jack, like, said he was eating people's brains.

Stop that, Jack.

Oh, we watched Disturbia, too. It was awful, I ended up spending the last half of the movie yelling at Shia and wanting to throw crap at the television. "SAM, YOU MORON, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU--NO--STOP--WHAT." And he was the smartest character in the movie! Infuriating.