Sitting on your porch at midnight. We were supposed to be at the movies with the other two, but instead we'd spent the night drawing on each other and wrestling until we'd found ourselves half asleep on your couch. I start putting on my left boot, watching you finish your joint and, as soon as the house light goes off, I can feel myself begin to cry. My period waited to put me in the worst possible emotional overdrive with Kenny last night. I hate those days when you can't help but be the biggest possible bitch to anyone, but I guess the combination of his extreme sleep deprivation and my intense moodiness evened out the air around us. It's nearing two in the morning. I'm watching Catherine twitch in her slumber. No one is here but us. It feels a little weird, but mostly fanfreakintastic. Just pray I get through the weekend without killing Cheech or lion kitteh and everything is gonna be groovy.