"Don't worry, i'm not gonna wait for you....but i'm not gonna give up on you, either"
My sleep patterns are all messed up. Regardless of what time I go to sleep, I wake up at 2 in the morning and then am awake for the next 4 hours. And then I get about an hour of sleep before my alarm goes off and I have to get ready for work.
At least I'm having dreams now, which is good because it means that I'm actually asleep long enough to have dreams. For a while, I'd be asleep for an hour, wake up, and then be awake for another hour before finally going back to sleep.
I AM A ZOMBIE.
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In better news, I saw some of the PNP dudes over the last couple days for the first time in a month or so. Talked about movies (including the next installment of None Shall Pass as well as the "movie" I was in roughly three weeks ago) and zines. Ate Thai food. Played with cats. Watched Deadwood.
My 4th consisted of going to Fry's to buy a VCR so I could record some of the concerts on TV for my mom (which I ended up not having to do, since she got home with time to spare), buying stuff to make hamburgers* and a ton of soda thanks to a tip for Lo, and then skateboarding to the park near my house so I could watch the fireworks. There were only about a dozen or so other people at the park I was at, since the rest of the city, apparently, had crammed it's way into Central Park (site of the fireworks "battery" as my brother put it), which was two miles away. After that, I skated back home and watched the Boston Pops concert with my mom.
*I admitted to Beatrice (not her real name) that I'd really like to work in a diner or a similar type eating establishment as a short order cook or something, if income and money in general wasn't a concern.
At least I'm having dreams now, which is good because it means that I'm actually asleep long enough to have dreams. For a while, I'd be asleep for an hour, wake up, and then be awake for another hour before finally going back to sleep.
I AM A ZOMBIE.
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In better news, I saw some of the PNP dudes over the last couple days for the first time in a month or so. Talked about movies (including the next installment of None Shall Pass as well as the "movie" I was in roughly three weeks ago) and zines. Ate Thai food. Played with cats. Watched Deadwood.
My 4th consisted of going to Fry's to buy a VCR so I could record some of the concerts on TV for my mom (which I ended up not having to do, since she got home with time to spare), buying stuff to make hamburgers* and a ton of soda thanks to a tip for Lo, and then skateboarding to the park near my house so I could watch the fireworks. There were only about a dozen or so other people at the park I was at, since the rest of the city, apparently, had crammed it's way into Central Park (site of the fireworks "battery" as my brother put it), which was two miles away. After that, I skated back home and watched the Boston Pops concert with my mom.
*I admitted to Beatrice (not her real name) that I'd really like to work in a diner or a similar type eating establishment as a short order cook or something, if income and money in general wasn't a concern.