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Some theme music, if it pleases you.

So I'm sitting here listening to my roommate giggle. He has a beard, is quite tall, and is rather inebriated right now.

I just got done with playing Splinter Cell: Conviction for nearly the whole day. Somewhere in there I ate Chinese food, pretended to be British, and took a break from pretending to be a secret agent by pretending to be a Halo Spartan.

Oh yeah. And there was some flicking and dastardly castle defending at one point too.

The whole time, I've been thinking about how much I miss her, and wish she was here. I pour pixels and plastic dreams into a cavity left by her snuggles. And it helps for a while. But much like my girlish man beard of a roommate behind me, it can only be so distracting before you realize what you're missing out on.

Oh, right. There was the 6 hours I devoted to making up a fantasy world for ten different people in which I elicited their help in said creation. Dungeons and Dragons works much better than pixels, but the poison's not strong enough still.

It's like trying to use marbles to finish a jigsaw puzzle. Sure, it works for a bit, vaguely amusing in that sort of "this will never work but lets keep failing" sort of way. But marbles tend to roll about where flat, perfect, cuddly jigsaw pieces should fit.

And let's not forget the midnight hunger.

Night has a way of becoming a second day for me. But it's not really a new day. It's just all the stuff I didn't get to do in the day, but seems cooler because I'm doing it at night instead. But eventually the stomach ache turns out to not be from hunger pangs, and the lack of attention reveals it's focus to be about a continent's away.

And I'm left at a keyboard. Somewhere between giggling beards and thinking of what I've gotta do tomorrow. Soft hair and tea sipped through licorice straws is my dream in this half state. But unlike other dreams this one's gotta wait.

Because it's a Saturday night. Far enough away from work and school to not care about the consequences of actions, but close enough to Sunday to keep provoking thoughts about what my time should be spent doing. A mind is certainly a terrible thing to waste, but so are these precious midnight hours tailor-made for cuddles that cannot be.

I really need to find a different word. Thesauruses really are a very underused life saving device. Far too many people end up saying the same thing twenty times in a row to describe the thing they just said. If there's one thing pretending to be British has taught me, it's the importance and versatility of a good English tongue. That, and that street corners can be lonely after 6 weeks of waiting.

And then I hear those bearded giggles.