( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I don't remember ever being this freaking tired just from staying up one night.

I wonder...would tomorrow be too soon to start hosting my Wednesday night house parties again?

Emily, speak now or forever hold your peace, you lovely suffragette.

Can we do something? I'm really bored.

Either airport security has taken itself to a whole new level or I'm not exactly where I thought I was. Obviously this is a dream. But this can't be my dream. I don't dream this messy. Or this dark for that matter.

And something is very wrong with my die.

Um, excuse me? Could someone tell me what exactly is going on here?