It's 2:37 a.m.

and why aren't you awake with me? What happened to all of my late-night IMing friends, people I could talk to when I needed to say things like

• I'm avoiding Provo. Because Provo makes me feel inadequate. And gives me anxiety attacks. And yet, I miss it.
• I am deeply disappointed in myself
• but I'm not giving up yet.
• I hate talking about Sven's wedding, but I'll talk about anyone else's, and in my head, I'm planning my own.
• I come home from work ready to sleep the night away. I'm not sure at what point I wake up for the rest of the night. It's different every day.
• Apparently File Boy has attitude. It makes work more bearable.
• Did I spell that right?
• I went with Marz tonight to an improv show. When I called out Say Anything, the oldest improvers and the host were thrilled. Everyone else in the room, audience included, were confused. It was a sad day in the city of Bountiful.
• This internet connection is pretty terrible, plus my computer is jumpy, which means
• I'm signing off.