Asleep on the couch, on the opposite end of the city from where I live -
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Someone opens the door and I'm still up, not fully, but still up. Someone else gets in, and instantly two becomes a crowd. I hide, hoping to withstand the storm, and suddenly Josh gets in. It's over. I'll try to yadda yadda this part, but basically get jumped on, sat on, danced on, etc., I'm up. I slap a few hands, crack a few jokes, and jump back on the couch where I belong. At this point I'm hoping to pull the blanket over my head and fall asleep amidst the chatter of red heads, Texans and Jiff.
However, on this particular night, at this particular time, some switch inside of me just completely turns on (or off, depending how you look at it I guess), either way, I decide, Im gonna pull an all-nighter and stay up with the guys till I have to leave in the morning for work.
Probably a poor life-decision, but I really believe that you just have to do something stupid and illogical every now and then.
Now 6:45am Friday morning. What am I doing up, now listening to Moby? I guess the answer is: I have no answers.