sleep is for tired people
It's 10:00am and I haven't slept since 6:00am yesterday. I wrote a flash fiction piece about... weird stuff and stupid stuff but I'm oddly proud of it. Studied Japanese and was amazed at how much I remember. Spent time with my housemate for the first time in a week, which is amusing. Sent my boyfriend an email that he'll probably laugh at and a text message or two. Went shopping for food where we had a really mean cashier and a really high, probably horny guy behind us. Finished reading The Stranger by Albert Camus which was surprisingly really, really, really good. Finally read The Raven by Poe and actually felt like I understood it and really enjoyed it. Read a poem by Ginsberg and felt like I didn't understand it. I wanted to do more but anything longer than 1000 words scares the shit out of me. I can tell stories in my head but on the page they look like poppy-cock. Don't really know what I'm going to read next. I've been really picky lately. Might get a haircut today if Stasi doesn't bail on me. Might go watch Andrea get a tattoo. Need sleep eventually. Not feeling exhausted yet, just... calm and alert. My hand looks oddly thin and I think I'm hungry. I shall go fix the latter part of that statement now.