texts: Right.  So what do we do now?  Ping- Pong?  Row over to the monastery? </s> <s> It is nine p.m.  Pleasant dreams. </s> <s> Wait.  No.  You're kidding.  Lights out? At nine?  My day's just starting.
labels: I'm sure.  If I were you, I would use this time, to think about my life.  And its direction.  Or lack thereof.