I always end up having three person slumber parties. Always, it's inevitable. I woke up at 6:30 this morning, as did Helga. Katie came over; we we're basically the first ones to the caf, which never happens. (If you know me you know I can happily sleep until 1) Helga and I attempted to go back to bed around 8, but ended up talking, laughing and waking up Clayton. Clayton yelled in his sleep last night, which he does every time he stays over apparently. He went back to his room. Helga cracked open a beer at 7 this morning. We're going to McDonalds around 11 (So I can get breakfast and Helga can get lunch) Apple juice is sooooo fricken good. Last night was fun. The End.

THATS NOT MIKE

ITS PERFECT BED TIME

Oh the many quotable things Clayton says.