A satisfied yawn

I sort of want to go to bed, just so I can feel well snug and know that I'm going to get about ten hours sleep. I fucking love feeling snug. "Snug" is probably one of my favourite words, too, but I feel like a spack saying it, so I don't say it often (but when I do, I enjoy it).
Haven't posted on here for a week or so, I've been sucked into FaceBook. Everyone else have abandoned Blogger. Not me, though, I love this thing. I almost put "blogging" in my activities section, but Matt said he wouldn't be friends with me anymore if I did.
I am excited about Wednesday, because I'm going to buy a new coat. A real coat, proper smart one. I'm even more excited about Christmas, even if my dad is sort of spoiling it. I don't really want to go into it, but he's turned into such an old git lately. I've also been playing City of Heroes again, partly because I realised I've been paying for it all this time I haven't been using it, so I feel I should make the most of it now.
Drove to Brighton to see Tenacious D last night, fucking amazing. I'll upload some pictures sometime.
Come to Ben Crouch tomorrow night (Tuesday 19th).
I want some new music. I grow tired of listening to the same old bands. Not that I do, really, but I'm in the mood for something I've never heard before. Preferably mellow stuff, maybe with a hint of sadness. Mmm, Sufjan Stevens. I love this one song, the rest of the album is also quite good. Bright Eyes also rule. I want something like that... Hmm...
This is freaking weird:


Alissa, I have your toothbrush.