frankmask

I'm kinda tired. I've been a busy little boy all day. I helped my bestest good childhood buy not really friend move to college and get settled, then I dress up like mafia and intimidated my school into doing the stuff they already promised to do anyway, then I made like a million copies of fliers for a non-alcoholic frat party, because I'm weird like that.

Now I'm sitting here munching on scone crumbs and being loopy and watching the lightning outside. And being unable to believe that it's not even seven yet.