1am. Henry and Yinrun have been marching slowly around the sofa for the past five minutes, talking.
Noky has been called to the DR.
Bird song.
Outside. Jim is predicting who's gonna be up / out next. Jenkin and Chanelle have escaped to somewhere else.
Putin confesses to fucking up for a few seconds or minutes the other day, and tragically, this has given a distorted representation of her true self.
Now they've come inside. Jim's gonna fuck things up come nominations. Wee man syndrome, I think.