12:42. I should be going to bed, but I’m not really all that tired yet. I’m physically exhausted, although the bath I took a short while ago has helped that a great deal. My mind is ablaze right now, and I know that if I wanted I could easily stay up all night writing and getting things done. Sadly, I have to work in the morning, and there’s too much to get done to slack off in that department.

The sky looks to have clouded up a little bit since I came home from Karate, which was great by the way. I’m probably testing for my Orange belt on Sunday, so I’m mildly excited about that. Vivianne is a bit hyper tonight as well. Sometimes it amazes me how often we share moods and habits. I spent the better part of the evening post-karate in a slap-happy-stupid mood.

George says that I’m very funny when I’m tired. I suspect it’s because I say random things and make ludicrous assertions as though they were simple facts, among other things. I also start talking to inanimate things when I’m tired.

I was talking to my Guacamole earlier. Unlike Wil Wheaton things don’t generally talk back to me (except when they do). My one sided conversation went something like this.

I’m sorry guacamole, I’m getting kind of full, I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish you. (Pause as I eat another some more of the chips with guacamole.) If only you wouldn’t turn brown so quickly guacamole, then I could save you for tomorrow. (nom nom nom.) As it stands you’re gonna get thrown out, I’m sorry about that.

It seemed perfectly logical to me. George found it hilarious. Also, I’m listening to Tricky Pixie at the moment, which is amazing.

Okay. I think I’ve babbled enough that I can get to sleep now. I have to get up pretty soon, so I’ll post this and be gone.