Three Sleep-Deprived Hobos and Company

    I, Hugo the Horrible, am horribly exhausted.  Not to mention horribly horrible, as usual (Leonard, a charitable soul, just said that I have "finally" lived up to my name.  Apparently, even his longsuffering patience has worn thin...).  Yesterday and today, I have been running into people, and asking people of the opposite gender unspeakably awkward questions (Joe's fault, it was his idea).  Today, I got stuck in a door.  And on a fence.  Yes, yes, I know, farm boys don't get stuck on fences, which just goes to show that I am a dysfunctional farm boy who does things all wrong.  And then I had a laugh attack until I cried...
    College is having an adverse effect on all of us.  Joe has been deathly ill for quite a while, Bebo has been having nearly hourly hysterics, and Leonard went on a caffeine buzz and acted like a college student possessed.  Perhaps he was...
    On my home-box front, Morgoth puked on the bed again recently.  Fiend was utterly repulsed, especially when he cleaned up the mess himself...
    And here at college, we continue to be crazy.  This morning, Leonard made the grave tactical error of giving me and Bebo a box of two donuts to share.  Something came over me--I hadn't seen a donut in years--and I ran down to flights of stairs with them, then fled the length of one of the main thoroughfares at the school.  Bebo caught up with me when I was forced to slow and catch my breath, so I dived onto a landscaping-topped retaining wall and rolled around in the dirt, screaming "Mine!!!  MIIIIINE!!!" at the top of my lungs.  Bebo tried to steal my shoe.  We got some rather odd stares from some innocent passersby...
    ~Hugo the Horrible