Dec 01, 2006 03:58
I went to bed at midnight again, got up at 2:30 again.
I'm sick. It's dark and I'm sitting in the kitchen listening to the kind of music you listen to when this whatever it is happens.
Brian's here. Got his tattoo. Incredible. Completely incredible.
I want to call someone, but I don't know many people who won't be upset were I to try at this hour.
I don't have numbers for the ones who wouldn't mind.
It's cold. I turned the oven on a bit ago, but it's not doing too much.
Why the hell is it 4 in the morning?