Pac-Man It

Jana's getting married tomorrow.
Some of my faithful readers (there are not many of you, but my number of fans is a positive interger, and that's enough) know who she is. Some don't.
This is what she looks like. I lifted this picture from her Facefuck account (I hope she doesn't mind). I think this was taken during her stint with a drug cartel of some sort.

Jana believes that the whole "Fur is murder" fad is so blase. They probably had it comin'. The animal, that is.
She's...well...she used to work at an information desk that I would frequent from time to time. She sold stamps to Acadia students. And if someone came to her regarding a lost and/or found item, she would direct them to Security. I never actually witnessed this, but I'm sure she would have pointed people in the right direction.
She provided phone extension numbers.
She gave me a reason to write things down. She was rationality in a place of turmoil.
Any living situation in which Brad Nordall could be found making Kraft Dinner in his underwear at two in the morning is a place of turmoil, I assure you.
If there is such a thing as a muse, then Jana was mine. Is mine.
I used to bring her peach yogurt and leave it on her doorstep. Because I'm like that.
She bought me a typewriter once. The 't' would stick sometimes, but it is still a very prominent gift among those that I have received.
Crono Trigger still wins. I asked mom for Crono Trigger for Christmas, knowing full well that the rule for my mother and gifts was that she would never buy us the following:
Alcohol
Cigarettes
And video games.
It was the last gift that I opened that year. I can't remember the last time I had been so surprised. And if there are girlfriends reading this who believe that Xbox 360 games are expensive, let me tell ya, they were far more pricey back then.
I still can't believe she got me that game...
Jana paid attention to me. Everyone else just acted like they knew me.
I've been pining over women since my adolescence, but she was my Goliath.
I danced with her in a courtyard once.
I forget most things. But I'll never forget that. She cried a lot. It was fantastic.
She has insomnia too.
They say now that sleep deprivation can lead to a dramatic loss of brain cells. It also leads to daytime naps. Take it from me, the last thing that is going to rock you to sleep when you haven't had a wink in a day and a half is the thought that your brain cells are slowly perishing. They should have kept the results a secret. A lack of sleep comes from anxiety. What are they trying to do to us?
Nytol is the best over-the-counter. I know that Sleep-Eze D is the tempting choice because of the advertisement with the sheep and the rooster, but those two have obviously never had it bad. Otherwise they wouldn't have been pushing such an ineffective Diphenhydramine. They were likely paid well, of course. If they weren't puppets.