first post-acf-post

i'm lying on spencer's floor, and listening to quinn and spencer chat.
i hurt.

spencer claims to want nothing more than an attractive woman to massage his calves.
this amuses me.

graham dropped a coldplay mix for me.
i almost went Kennedy* on him.
of course, this would have involved running across a stage, jumping a fence, making my way on to the circle thing, and then... hugging graham.

*to go Kennedy: to become temporarily effusively happy, and (wish to) hug everyone in sight.

more later. sleep now.