This is NOT the end.

((Like i said, it's a farce. Your ADHD screws everything up. Anyway, I need to catch some Z's, so I'm going to do that, hoping it will leave you with nothing better to do than sleep... Goodnight! Sleep well!))

((Well everyone's different so...))

((Let's be honest, with the crippling work load we are expected to complete, who can sleep with all the overbearing stress? Other than that, my mind's too active at night to let me sleep!))

I shrugged and followed him.

((Yup))

((Nobody's that different. Your body doesn't get more energy from an insufficient amount of sleep. It's literally all in your head, which can be very convincing. Trust me, I've felt the exact same thing... It's not good for you, though. If you train your body, it is possible to get a good amount of sleep with ADHD.))

((Post please!))

((Well I'm gonna continue doing what works for me and you're gonna stop telling me what should and shouldn't work for me. Deal?))

((Oh, I wasn't trying to tell you what to do... This has been something I've bugged you about for a long time. I'm sorry, though; I was being a little controlling. Deal.))
I stepped out into a small kitchen area, glancing out an entry at rows of scientific equipment and counters, and then at a small toilet next to a sink. "Oh, don't tell me... This place has a seperated bedroom, but a rather too public toilet?" It was all rather clean and tidy, but... Yeah.

I looked at the kitchen. "Do you think there's food?"

((My brother is an idiot also Gtg driving))

((Bye!))

"Uh..." I glanced at the toilet enclave once more, wondering why she didn't seem disturbed by it, "probably." I wondered if girls were always so confusing. ((I agree. See ya!))

"Sorry, I just... I don't know. I think... that I love food." I looked around. "It's on my mind a lot..."

((Back))

((That was quick!))

((I wasn't very far away))

((I know, but still!))

((I like to drive fast))

((Dangerous!))

((Hello.)) "Uhuh..." That did it. They must be. It made no sense, but I just couldn't understand anything about her. "What do you mean it's on your mind a lot?"

((plus I was literally two blocks away.))

I shrugged. "I don't know. Food, how it tastes, how it makes me feel... I don't know. It just makes me happy to think about. I have a good metabolism, though."

"And you know this because...?" ((Whew! Abdominal workouts are tge best!))

((Guys did you know I've had my license for 6 months?! Actually more than 6 months!))

I looked at him. "I have no idea." I walked to the fridge.