Look! I'm Blinking With Fists!

Kyle has been drawing these eyes on my palms for the past few days, and today after he was done a held my hands out, palms facing him, and opened and closed them rapidly while exclaiming "Look! I'm blinking with fists!"
He didn't get it at first, but then he realized that that's the name of Billy Corgan from the smashing Pumpkins' book. Then he got mad.
The past few days have been this exhaustion-fueled mess of silliness and sex. Crazy.
Mike Zivat, a friend from high school, stopped by today on a whim. I had signed on line and he sent me an instant message saying "I'm coming over. where do you live again?"
Of course, right now I'm at my parents house. So he came here and we went to Kyle's house (with Winsty in tow) and watched a scanner darkly. Or tried to. It was a lot of fun and he told us all about the psychedelics he's been using. We ended up at crappy round the clock, but it was ok. The coffee was amazing.

Also! I'm going to Ikea in a few hours/tomorrow!