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i don't understand how i could sleep over 9 hours straight, without waking up once in the night, and still be freaking tired this morning. i was pissed off when my alarm went off. alarms are cruel things.
haven't really journaled of substance as of late. i don't think i really care to. not much to say. hanging out, going to work, drinking, eating, watching tv, sleeping. i've made a decision to get some more exercise. maybe i'll start taking walks when i get out of work. i usually don't want to do anything when i get out of work. but i feel out of shape and blob like.
i have to go to work soon. the idea doesn't thrill me right now, due to the tiredness. but i think once i get there, all will be well.
in good news, my stalker has been behaving for the most part. no need for uncomfortable situations. i think i thrive on dealing with crap and not letting it look like it bothers me. i did have a dream last night that we got into an argument and he grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go and i was screaming. and then he got kicked out. hehe. it was strange.
i also had a dream where this girl was running around snorting cocaine in front of her mom. she didn't want to be go into the real world and get a corporate job after graduating so she became a druggie. it wasn't me, i don't think. it was set up like a reality show. true life or something. but i'd love to know where she got all this cocaine and how she could snort so much of it.
i could write about how disappointing some people are, or how not disappointing others are. or about how boring life can be, or how not boring it can be. i could write about a lot of things because i got a lot of things to say. but i really don't feel like it. i'm getting to this point in my life where i don't care if anyone knows anything about me. maybe being ordinary and assimilating into the background isn't the worst thing.
i have a tummy ache.
haven't really journaled of substance as of late. i don't think i really care to. not much to say. hanging out, going to work, drinking, eating, watching tv, sleeping. i've made a decision to get some more exercise. maybe i'll start taking walks when i get out of work. i usually don't want to do anything when i get out of work. but i feel out of shape and blob like.
i have to go to work soon. the idea doesn't thrill me right now, due to the tiredness. but i think once i get there, all will be well.
in good news, my stalker has been behaving for the most part. no need for uncomfortable situations. i think i thrive on dealing with crap and not letting it look like it bothers me. i did have a dream last night that we got into an argument and he grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go and i was screaming. and then he got kicked out. hehe. it was strange.
i also had a dream where this girl was running around snorting cocaine in front of her mom. she didn't want to be go into the real world and get a corporate job after graduating so she became a druggie. it wasn't me, i don't think. it was set up like a reality show. true life or something. but i'd love to know where she got all this cocaine and how she could snort so much of it.
i could write about how disappointing some people are, or how not disappointing others are. or about how boring life can be, or how not boring it can be. i could write about a lot of things because i got a lot of things to say. but i really don't feel like it. i'm getting to this point in my life where i don't care if anyone knows anything about me. maybe being ordinary and assimilating into the background isn't the worst thing.
i have a tummy ache.