A/N: So it’s quarter to one, I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. So I’m treating this bout of insomnia how all should be treated- by updating! Yay. Go Mondler.

Oh, I’m going to go see RENT when it comes here. I have tickets. I’d go alone if I had to, but I’m going with a friend. I’m stoked. I’m really happy I got into it just as they were doing the last tour. Hopefully it’s not gone forever. September 7th will be a sad day.

I’m sorry. I feel the need to talk. Hopefully you’ve skipped over all this if you don’t want to read it. It’s pathetic that the A/N is longer than the actual chapter. That’s what you get when you get drabble though. Blah. Bad word vomit, bad.

Enjoy:

After finding Monica’s razor in the guys’ bathroom, she realized what an abnormal amount of time she’d been spending in their own lately. She didn’t want to see it for what it was- and so she saw it for what she wanted it to be; an opportunity to have some fun at Joey’s expense and a subtle hint from Monica to occupy the shower less.

Why didn’t it occur to her that her neurotic roommate was, well, neurotic enough not to leave something like that behind- proving her mind was preoccupied?

Monica had never really been one for subtly anyways…

A/N: So I had a field hockey game today. I just thought I’d point that out.

It was by the airport. I honestly stood there for a full hour watching the planes go by. I’m goalie FYI. We won 5-0. My team rocks- I didn’t get a single shot. Air traffic is terrifying. There’s like, five minutes between each flight taking off and landing. Sometimes one’s taking off while the other is landing. It’s scary.

Anyways- hopefully I can get to sleep after writing for a little while…