Late Nights
I guess I made it through Friday the Thirteenth okay. I've managed not to type it the same way twice, so maybe that helped. At least I'm not superstitious though.
Right now, I'm dealing with the tragic feeling of being awake. I'd really like to be sleeping. In fact, about eleven I was quite ready to go to sleep, but I was watching TV and drinking a smoothie with Chris so I stayed awake. Now my mind has kicked into over-drive and it won't rest.
Chris is in bed, hopefully sleeping. I think if the tick, tick, tick of my keyboard bothered him, he'd let me know. I've got to do something with myself. I was playing the Extra Bonus Level on Kirby... which isn't really that great because it basically challenged me to get through the whole game again with only three points vitality instead of six. It's irritating, but I'm doing it. But then I kept dying so it became even more irritating.
I wrote out a contest page earlier for AllPoetry. Maybe I'll be able to read some good short stories soon.
Gah, I feel extremely restless and edgy. My eyes feel tired but my brain definitely isn't. I don't know what to think about and I don't know what not to think about and I don't know what to do or not do. I tried to talk to Chris a little to empty out my head, but he was so beat, and already half asleep, so I gave it up and let him get on with the other half.
There's nothing on TV. SciFi should be giving me my Twilight Zone fix, but its new Friday programs are all Battlestar and Stargate shit. I hate those shows.
Ramble ramble.
At least they're making fun of Hostel on VH1. Stupid sirens on the road outside, either Brown Ave or the highway. My stomach hurts. I wanna do something creative, but this stupid half-ass blogging is the only thing I could come up with. I want to read some more of Catch-22, but I don't want to keep Chris awake with a light. Flashlight, anyone? I should invest in a book light.
Snake hasn't eaten for about two weeks. Chris wants to get up around 9:30 tomorrow and go to Petco to get a different package of pinkies. Who knows, maybe there was something wrong with the ones we've been trying to feed her, and she has been sensing it and not wanting them. I wouldn't eat bad food either. I just want her to be okay, but I feel like every time I touch her or get around her I just make her fucking worse.
Been having nightmares every night about the damn car. Crashes and flat tires and all kinds of craziness. I don't want to go to sleep partially because I'm sick of the strain and angst involved in it. I just want to cry right now but I don't want to be alone. I don't know what to do.
I hate being up late, it totally sucks.
Right now, I'm dealing with the tragic feeling of being awake. I'd really like to be sleeping. In fact, about eleven I was quite ready to go to sleep, but I was watching TV and drinking a smoothie with Chris so I stayed awake. Now my mind has kicked into over-drive and it won't rest.
Chris is in bed, hopefully sleeping. I think if the tick, tick, tick of my keyboard bothered him, he'd let me know. I've got to do something with myself. I was playing the Extra Bonus Level on Kirby... which isn't really that great because it basically challenged me to get through the whole game again with only three points vitality instead of six. It's irritating, but I'm doing it. But then I kept dying so it became even more irritating.
I wrote out a contest page earlier for AllPoetry. Maybe I'll be able to read some good short stories soon.
Gah, I feel extremely restless and edgy. My eyes feel tired but my brain definitely isn't. I don't know what to think about and I don't know what not to think about and I don't know what to do or not do. I tried to talk to Chris a little to empty out my head, but he was so beat, and already half asleep, so I gave it up and let him get on with the other half.
There's nothing on TV. SciFi should be giving me my Twilight Zone fix, but its new Friday programs are all Battlestar and Stargate shit. I hate those shows.
Ramble ramble.
At least they're making fun of Hostel on VH1. Stupid sirens on the road outside, either Brown Ave or the highway. My stomach hurts. I wanna do something creative, but this stupid half-ass blogging is the only thing I could come up with. I want to read some more of Catch-22, but I don't want to keep Chris awake with a light. Flashlight, anyone? I should invest in a book light.
Snake hasn't eaten for about two weeks. Chris wants to get up around 9:30 tomorrow and go to Petco to get a different package of pinkies. Who knows, maybe there was something wrong with the ones we've been trying to feed her, and she has been sensing it and not wanting them. I wouldn't eat bad food either. I just want her to be okay, but I feel like every time I touch her or get around her I just make her fucking worse.
Been having nightmares every night about the damn car. Crashes and flat tires and all kinds of craziness. I don't want to go to sleep partially because I'm sick of the strain and angst involved in it. I just want to cry right now but I don't want to be alone. I don't know what to do.
I hate being up late, it totally sucks.