My biological clock tells me it's too early for this. This, being consciousness, worry, anxiety, apprehension. My sister's friend had spent roughly 35 out of the last 72 hours in this house. It amazes me that they aren't sick of the sight of each other yet, but then again. We have all began to call her Cello, apparently because that's how she knows Kiersten Face. They are orchestra friends. It's too bad that all orchestras are evil. Yet. Alaina and I once spent 31 straight hours together. I don't remember how we did it, or why, but that's inconsequential. We were together for nearly enough time for the earth to turn on its axis one-and-a-half times. It might have been the time we went to Point Pleasant, or possibly the time I went "swimming" in her pool. Either way, alcohol was involved. Either way, I had it bad. I need a shower, and we need to go out and buy a barbeque if we are even going to eat tonight, because we all know.. Things.