…Oh boy. Wellllppppp. Good thing I dipped out early and hit the ol’ waterfall before I even felt that tired. Because what I have to say may very well take me hours, and Roaring and I have a big day tomorrow. And it is finally happening, thank you for assuring me of that, NCIS. But it’s only like 8 and 11 or 12 would honestly still offer a solid chunk of sleep.
601 sounds pretty huge, doesn’t it? But that’s the number that popped up for me on the scale at the hospital. What the hell, right? If you saw my selfie from yesterday, obviously I’m not fat enough to be 601 pounds. Not thin enough to be 60.1, or I’d be dead. Well, it was 60.1, when I was talking to Super Nova, I worked out that that was my weight in kilograms. Very… bizarre, to happen on an American scale.