  It's 1:00 in the morning and I just ran all the way to Chris's house (approximately 3 miles from here), threw a couple rocks at his window, stole his bike, and came back home. Somewhere in between that time I ended up Splinter Celling past (not one, not two, but...) 3 cop cars, knocking over a bunch of cones, and breaking a beer bottle in the road for no apparent reason. Now my ass is in severe pain from Chris's P.O.S. bike, i'm cold as shyte, and I have a stomach cramp from hell... too much damn physical activity for only having 3 total hours of sleep within the last two days. In other words, i'm going to sleep. 
