its 3:00pm
I'm just barely waking up from a horrible sleep.
Life really doesn't make much sense to me anymore......unless
I'm sedated. How strange.
So now I'm sitting here, wearing not very much but a blanket around me, thinking what I'm going to
do for the rest of the day while the bed keeps calling my name.
I looked at the clock a few minutes ago and it said 3:31.....and then I looked at it again and now it says 3:25. I think I'm going crazy. Maybe all those nights I spent staying up from my insomnia are finally catching up to me.
Trying to figure out the meaning of life is a hard thing to do when your half-awake. Anyone agree with me?
This is a really meaningless post.......