it's...
i know what i want to post about but i am not going to. i tried writing in my journal but the idea of penning exhausted me. i tried writing on a note pad but i drew a blank.
my head is filled with clutter. if feel like i am digging through what seems like an immovable pile...etc.
anyway.
it's 3:05. i am drinking ginger ale. i am tired. very tired. my stomach is bothering me.
i have the window open. i have a mini centrifugal fan type thing on. the temperature is comfortable.
i am not comfortable. i am agitated. i have been laying in bed for almost six hours now. this is nothing out of the ordinary. i've been using my laptop in bed for almost 4 years. i can hardly imagine sitting at a desk top on a regular basis. the idea turns me off.
it's 3:13. i can barely hear the television. the volume is set at 23. i would possibly be able to hear it if the fan wasn't so loud. a rerun of conan o'brien will be on in fifteen minutes. maybe i will attempt to fall asleep to that, even though i know i will fail. i have a hard time falling asleep with the television on. it's not the sound that bothers me. it's the light that bothers me.
it's 3:17. i am thinking of things i want to do tomorrow. i have tomorrow off from work. i don't know when i work next. i do work on friday, i do know that. i am not looking forward to going back to work. i was supposed to attend a holiday dinner this past evening. i didn't go. i figured i would have to pay something to attend. i really don't have the money to have dinner with people, some of which i don't particularly like. i don't know if i could handle my bosses convicting, unblinking, cockeyed gaze. i imagine i couldn't.
it's 3:25. i am going to wrap this up. i have four minutes left of my battery. i am too lazy to travel the 5 feet to retrieve my adapter and i still want to check my facebook.
goodnight.
my head is filled with clutter. if feel like i am digging through what seems like an immovable pile...etc.
anyway.
it's 3:05. i am drinking ginger ale. i am tired. very tired. my stomach is bothering me.
i have the window open. i have a mini centrifugal fan type thing on. the temperature is comfortable.
i am not comfortable. i am agitated. i have been laying in bed for almost six hours now. this is nothing out of the ordinary. i've been using my laptop in bed for almost 4 years. i can hardly imagine sitting at a desk top on a regular basis. the idea turns me off.
it's 3:13. i can barely hear the television. the volume is set at 23. i would possibly be able to hear it if the fan wasn't so loud. a rerun of conan o'brien will be on in fifteen minutes. maybe i will attempt to fall asleep to that, even though i know i will fail. i have a hard time falling asleep with the television on. it's not the sound that bothers me. it's the light that bothers me.
it's 3:17. i am thinking of things i want to do tomorrow. i have tomorrow off from work. i don't know when i work next. i do work on friday, i do know that. i am not looking forward to going back to work. i was supposed to attend a holiday dinner this past evening. i didn't go. i figured i would have to pay something to attend. i really don't have the money to have dinner with people, some of which i don't particularly like. i don't know if i could handle my bosses convicting, unblinking, cockeyed gaze. i imagine i couldn't.
it's 3:25. i am going to wrap this up. i have four minutes left of my battery. i am too lazy to travel the 5 feet to retrieve my adapter and i still want to check my facebook.
goodnight.