I'm glad...

...glad that I have a few damn good friends.
In particular the one I would probably off hand call my "best friend" (even though I consider a few of my closest friends my best friends).
I am currently sitting in his room using his computer as he sleeps. It may only be 8:30 pm. but he had been awake since 3am after sleeping the day before. He has probably the worst sleep schedule I've ever known about.
Anyways I'm ridiculously thankful for him. He's a great guy. He's nice to everyone (to their face) and sometimes even too nice to the people he cares about. He's always been there for me.
More and more recently I spend the evening in his house simply because I don't want to go home. I feel so uncomfortable and often unaccepted at my parents house... and because he's awake at all hours of the night it's easy to just pop over for a few hours before going home.
He pretty much drops everything to hang out with me sometimes...even if I know there's something else he'd rather be doing.
And of course he's pretty awesome because for some reason he still likes me...even though I've broken more than a couple of his toys or pieces of furniture.