Wow. Okay. So Jennifer's van, Moby, broke down the day before yesterday. She got it fixed. Well, not really.
Jennifer, Jessica, Megan, Ryan, and I went to the 11:59 showing of Dead Man's Chest tonight. Fine. I had been awake since 8am, and I'm a person that likes, nay, loves to sleep. So I pop a No Doz to stay awake. Then I ate a few Twizzlers and some Pocky and washed it down with a bottled frappe. That's fine, too. After the movie, cuz Jen was gonna stay at my house, Megan dropped us off at Jen's grandmother's house to get Moby so Jennifer could drive at 7am to go babysit. All this, totally fine. Except... Moby's gas pedal wasn't working too well. So I told Jen-Fuh, "Get to your house, cuz it's closer, and we'll take your mom's car." Well, we only made it to Academy. 3am, bugger. So I called Megan to come get us. Her phone had died. I lefte her a message, but she didn't get it until after she got home. So Jennifer tried to call Chris, but he was asleep. So finally I called my favorite insomniac, Colin, and he came and saved the day, er, night. Morning. Whatever it was.
After all this, Jessica took Jen's parking spot, Ryan was still threatening suicide to get away from me, Jennifer stayed at her house for the rest of the night (the whole 2 1/2 hours of it), and Moby slept in the Academy parking lot, and I didn't fall alseep until 5am.
And Jennifer said we never had adventures...