2:09am: Assfuck addendum #3

Lights still on. TV blaring Phillies highlights as he periodically excitedly talks out loud to himself. Just left his room AGAIN for God knows what reason. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It's like he's hopped on crack. EVERY Tuesday night I go through this fucking shit. Can you IMAGINE I had to be up at like 6am?