neener neener neener neener
I'm still too weirded out by everything to sleep by myself. (Why, oh why does my girlfriend have to have a life and a job?) And being weirded out and sleepless has left me so tired that I don't feel up to doing anything productive. I've even let my apartment get messy, which usually does not happen.
It happened in DeKalb.
Zen and Nicole seemed perplexed that I didn't cry or freak out earlier. I don't cry much. I just stay awake, as if a certain degree of exhaustion will catapult me into a dimension in which everything is normal.