Cleaning my desk. So far I've found my copy of STW, $6.40, a couple of dozen elastics, pins (some of which were still in photos that had fallen off my pinboard), several dead pens, a couple of notebooks, and a few tons of random notes.
My little brother is a fucking dipshit and decided that rather than move his shit back into his room, it would be eight times more awesome to keep sleeping in the public room I'm, like, occupying right now. With Ringo, bright lights, and shuffling cards.
I might have to ditch you for the stay-up-all-night plan, unfortunately >.> When I said I'd be able to do it, I wasn't accounting for my dippy little brother attempting to sleep in the same room.
Fucker's already lying on the couch behind me... and I suffer from a terminal lack of confidence >.> He's mostly asleep, I think... which doesn't preclude the possibility that he's watching me right now. (Fucker.)
He's also sick, so I'd feel like a douche for kicking him out. We'll see.
*feels need to explain* The finding something on TV guide thing is a matter of honor. Fucker will never know, but I will vOv I don't feel like I'm wussing out, ergo I am not.