Home. Ish.

I'm home. Well, I've been home for about 29 hours. It's around 550, am. I'm pulling an all-nighter because I'm not tired. This is probably pretty stupid of me, considering I got sick on the plane and haven't slept much in the last 3 days. My August 2nd was 31 hours, and I didn't have a July 17th at all. I'm leaving tomorrow (that is to say, today) to go camping with my dad in New Jersey. Peter's in the other room, sleeping. I've just been up reading the SA forums (namely: let's view the last images posted on LiveJournal), and then all of the secrets on http://postsecret.blogspot.com/.
Internet.
Oh, and we have secures tickets to the System of a Down show on 23 August. Hopefully I'll be leaving on the 24th to the UK with Tito, Layla, and Vincent. Oh, God, I'll miss Tito. He just...can't. I still have his "Ultimate Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy", his Mozart's "Requiem" CD, and his "Sickness Unto Death" by Soren Kierkegaard.
I can't believe I'm doing this, pulling an all-nighter.

...score. ;)

Edit: Damn, I didn't make it. Around 6 I got bored and lay down. I fell alseep around 7. I woke up to the sight of Peter stalking round my room around 830. I think I did make myself sicker. Whatever.