why am i so sleepy?
sleepy me. got up. ate \breakfast. went back to sleep. got up, sewed shirt. went back to sleep. go to uni. it's been enough activity. want to go back to sleep.
chicken seems to be off the list of eatable foods - i had great big smelly tummy issues this morning, probably caused by the chicken. my digestive system is lame. it's not That hard to digest, everyone else is doing it. upside, i Cooked a Meal. sort of. chicken and sweet potato rosti. much of the rosti got nuked in the oven, but it's better than the disasterous attempt at curry. ( mushrooms, eggplant and carrot do Not make a curry good. remember that, y'all, remember it for me)
i am into flexiprinting at the moment. i had a really ornate new york dream last night. noog ended up working in a hotel. we lived in the hotel. or something. it was a very odd dream. the redhead was in it too. briefly.
she has a show on tonight, and i Dont Care, i Like L. and i dont have any money for dinner and there is going to be free food there and i do want to see it, so i am going to go. i am sick of avoiding things because of them. it's stupid and childish, and if it was anyone else's show i would be going. i am almost 21. she is 21. he is 32. lets all act our age for once and get over it.
feeling a little mental today. i think it is too much sleep making it. that, and my Great Big Pile of Debt. it makes me sleepy, because i don't really know how to make it go away, and i have to eat, don't i, and i also have to get a new lot of the pill, and that sets me back something like $40 which is about as much as my groceries cost - that is how vane i am about my stupid skin. bleah. it keeps the pimply badness away. pimples make bad. bad. thank god for the healthcare card, thank god.
young d is lovely. i like his diary. your diary is nice company when i am bored at uni, and not in the mood for reading 'fiction readers' appreciation of text attributes in literary and popular novels: some empirical findings'
i hear clunking over near the stairs. my chest hurts a little. i think it is anxiety. poo. i am not even feeling anxious. apart from the money thing. eep.
i want to go to sleepy land with the fishys and the kitties, and the yellow yellow circles....
chicken seems to be off the list of eatable foods - i had great big smelly tummy issues this morning, probably caused by the chicken. my digestive system is lame. it's not That hard to digest, everyone else is doing it. upside, i Cooked a Meal. sort of. chicken and sweet potato rosti. much of the rosti got nuked in the oven, but it's better than the disasterous attempt at curry. ( mushrooms, eggplant and carrot do Not make a curry good. remember that, y'all, remember it for me)
i am into flexiprinting at the moment. i had a really ornate new york dream last night. noog ended up working in a hotel. we lived in the hotel. or something. it was a very odd dream. the redhead was in it too. briefly.
she has a show on tonight, and i Dont Care, i Like L. and i dont have any money for dinner and there is going to be free food there and i do want to see it, so i am going to go. i am sick of avoiding things because of them. it's stupid and childish, and if it was anyone else's show i would be going. i am almost 21. she is 21. he is 32. lets all act our age for once and get over it.
feeling a little mental today. i think it is too much sleep making it. that, and my Great Big Pile of Debt. it makes me sleepy, because i don't really know how to make it go away, and i have to eat, don't i, and i also have to get a new lot of the pill, and that sets me back something like $40 which is about as much as my groceries cost - that is how vane i am about my stupid skin. bleah. it keeps the pimply badness away. pimples make bad. bad. thank god for the healthcare card, thank god.
young d is lovely. i like his diary. your diary is nice company when i am bored at uni, and not in the mood for reading 'fiction readers' appreciation of text attributes in literary and popular novels: some empirical findings'
i hear clunking over near the stairs. my chest hurts a little. i think it is anxiety. poo. i am not even feeling anxious. apart from the money thing. eep.
i want to go to sleepy land with the fishys and the kitties, and the yellow yellow circles....