you're kidding.
it's 8 clock on a saturday and i'm refusing to go to sleep. Anyways, I got kicked out of the room because I had the light on, but what about being a positive influence. I'm trying to find something to do in a town that is not mine, so I soak up my surroundings in my new room. concentrated on glass bottles and corking devices, things that keep our minds off of work and play. Something fruitful but not too hard on the dizzy. The waves on the wall and the test tubes and measuring sticks seem to balance out one another. I noticed your molding wasn't quite right- peeling and cracking like everything seems to do when winter comes. Old bones on orange paint. I feel like I could just sink into the wall, and I'm still not tired. I can hear Mr. Country next door. There are multiple pairs of heels talking back on the wood floor, and the baseline of a Creed song on repeat. At this point all my options seem exhausted, and I know the next door neighbor has won the match for tonight. I guess i should go snuggle up to the two big goofs in the bed.