It's wicked early, and for some reason I'm awake.
I've been awake-- since 6:45.
Last night was so bizarre, tiring.
And still, I'm awake.
It's snowing big chunks and it's making me uncomfortable.
I'm watching IFC, this film called Casa de los Babys, but really, I'm waiting for that newish, really bad Street Fighter movie to go on.
I'm too tired to read subtitles.
Whatever.
There's this baby staring at me.
He's got these big blue eyes, and he's just babbling.
Yeah, the baby's supposed to be here.
Um... the kid looks worried.
Can babies look worried?
The immigrants finally left.
I'll be moving downstairs hopefully.
All will be well in the world.
I need the snow to stop.
I fried eggs, but I'm still hungry.
I want bacon.
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