Distractive amusement.

[sanura]

Me: It's a Shakespearean comedy. There can't possibly be a moral.
Tony: Oh sure there can be... just not one that is extremely relevant or universal. So, what are you doing tomorrow?
Me: English, till Rice at 4, I bet. Or sleeping
Me: Why do you ask?
Tony: Ah sleepng... people do that sometimes. Just for the love of knowing your schedual. :)
Me: You keep writing that... seriously, I know you know how to spell schedule... You did it yesterday, too
Tony: Let's hope so... wow. I'm getting sleepy... bedtime is very near.
Me: Me too, I think.
Me: OH, how I wish they coincided more than temporally.
Tony: what? being sleepy and bedtime?
Me: no, both of our bedtimes.
Me: Let's not be subtle about it, Ryan, he's sleepy: _I want to go to bed with you, Tony!_
Tony: And the place where we sleep.... well jeez, I think I may be starting to understand the whole demonic thing now
Me: Starting??
Me: I've been admiring the smoothness of my legs since they got that way. I think I'd be a little scalier or something if I were obviously demonic
Me: So your lack of mental speed is understandable
Tony: From Mel's point of view anyway... well, I imagine that I would be as well. And forigvable I should hope... hmm.. belly buttons are so weird
Me: Well, I think that fulfills the randomness quota for tonight
Tony: Well, they are. One of us had to say it...
Me: :eyebrow:
Tony: Sorry... when one has nothing else to do one intinctively starts to ponder the sublime mysteries of their belly button.
Me: His. His belly button. Don't you go misplacing pronouns on me.
Tony: Hee... mine's so tiny and inwards and horizontal... not at all in fashion. Sorry... I'll never be a good editor.
Me: Well, you did well enough with Julia's essay
Me: And how is there a fashion for belly button alignment?
Tony: That was rather obvious though... the mistakes kinda flew up and slapped me. Trust me, there is. To be an outie and vertical is in at the moment.
Me: It's in to be out. How does one keep up?
Tony: It's quite a job... I just do soo much. I deserve a cookie.. or at least a few practice room sessions for relaxation
Me: Well, you can have the cookie, since I think the practice rooms are locked.
Tony: Not in my dreams they're not... I miss my PRP
Tony: practice room partner
Me: Well, I'm sure you've been in a practice room with other partners. You've even practiced with Lumumba.
Tony: Eeek... that I could do without. It you or it's Ellis... not too many other possibilities
Me: That's reassuring. I can't be beat out by the bass prodigy, but the Voice of a God has a chance to prove "that's not what he said last night"
Tony: Heheh... although I dun know if I could say know to Starr... or Britany... or Nabil... the list goes on in my whoreish mind
Me: If you could say know... Tony, you're killing me with the homonyms
Me: And if I'm dead and you're not, that means no more PRSs for awhile
Tony: Oh jeez... I be tired. DOn't die.. I;ve got far too many plans for you.
Me: Oh, well, then, I'll try to avoid it. As Sam's Harry said, "I'm all for not dying." At least at the moment.
Tony: Especially when we haven't slept together on your waterbed yet...
Tony: I need to go to sleep though... my brain is going all fuzzy
Me: Oh, yes. That... well, fine. My brain's been fuzzy since Mel got here, but do you see me complaining?
Tony: Fuzzy in a defferent way I'm sure... I'm wondering when and if she'll call me back.
Me: She does if she does, she don' if she don'.
Tony: Blargh... I feel guilty... oh wellz. I hardly ever don't.... sleep time here now.
Me: There's no guilt that could possibly be laid at your door. But go sleep, and I'll follow you soon.
Tony: Dream well and wake. Talk to ya later.
Me: Bye

There's not a lot more reassuring than a relatively sane but sufficiently abnormal conversation.