January 19th, 2004

Chunk: you're not a fucking goonie

If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand...

It's late. Or early. I haven't figured out which yet. I need to be up to take my mom to work at 8:00 in the morning. That would imply a need for sleep, don't you think? Yet here I am. I've flipped that switch on my brain, hoping that it'd turn off eventually, but to no avail. Too many thoughts and too much emotion and too much energy and too much too much too much.

On the plus side, I had a good time out and about with Leslie today, with my brother this evening, and talking to Marlo this morning. This, too, could be yours, if the price is right.
  • Current Music
    R.E.M. - At My Most Beautiful
Swallow your soul!

you're always made-up...

My brain is not yet functional this morning. I think I might have gotten a total of 3 hours of sleep, though it may be less as I'm estimating it based on the times I remember waking up in the night. Ugh. After I took my mom to work, I planned on coming home for sleep, but that didn't go as planned. Something about being outside in 9 degree weather wakes a person up. I'm finally starting to come back down to sleep weariness though. Perhaps I should pop in a DVD, something slow that'll put me to sleep quickly.
  • Current Music
    Violent Femmes - Color Me Once