Charlie and Michelle, thank you for fucking my circadian rhythm.
I woke up about twenty minutes ago.
I was supposed to meet my brother in the city today.
UM.
This MIGHT have something to do with the fact that I was up until six.
I fell asleep as the sun rose, kinda cool. (Just reminded me that last night two girls came to my door asking for a bottle opener, they had a bottle of Vampire Merlot and I wanted to laugh at them)
So, yeah, how do I explain why I haven't gotten any work done this weekend?
Do I tell people that an Irish shiv is made out of a potato and broken glass?
Tell them the story of Billis (a.k.a. Bill Rucis)?
Mispronounce words like "Frekwenkly?"
Had a really weird dream this afternoon too, about visiting my ex at his school, and my best friend from elementary school was there too. As soon as I showed up he said he was leaving to go out with his friends, I could see him the next day, maybe. So I was trying to figure the place out when I ran into my friend, and yeah, we had this very long conversation that I somehow think was still connected with a lot of the bizarre discussions of last night.
Extinction comes painless and quick, lay it on thick, find yourself invisible under some bricks, uh huh.
Oh man, great weekend. Bad for the circadian rhythm (I was just gonna say "sleep cycle" but was like, no there's a bigger word for it, and you knew it...) but very good for my mental health.
Time for a shower or something.
EDIT TO THE TEXT: The subject was supposed to say "fucking up" but I think I like it better this way.
I was supposed to meet my brother in the city today.
UM.
This MIGHT have something to do with the fact that I was up until six.
I fell asleep as the sun rose, kinda cool. (Just reminded me that last night two girls came to my door asking for a bottle opener, they had a bottle of Vampire Merlot and I wanted to laugh at them)
So, yeah, how do I explain why I haven't gotten any work done this weekend?
Do I tell people that an Irish shiv is made out of a potato and broken glass?
Tell them the story of Billis (a.k.a. Bill Rucis)?
Mispronounce words like "Frekwenkly?"
Had a really weird dream this afternoon too, about visiting my ex at his school, and my best friend from elementary school was there too. As soon as I showed up he said he was leaving to go out with his friends, I could see him the next day, maybe. So I was trying to figure the place out when I ran into my friend, and yeah, we had this very long conversation that I somehow think was still connected with a lot of the bizarre discussions of last night.
Extinction comes painless and quick, lay it on thick, find yourself invisible under some bricks, uh huh.
Oh man, great weekend. Bad for the circadian rhythm (I was just gonna say "sleep cycle" but was like, no there's a bigger word for it, and you knew it...) but very good for my mental health.
Time for a shower or something.
EDIT TO THE TEXT: The subject was supposed to say "fucking up" but I think I like it better this way.