Something on my left hand.
A spot, a glimmering thing that can be spit, Spit or maybe...SPIT.
A male voice just yelled at somebody from down the street.
My right hand hurts.
Old wound.
Reference "Stupid journal #18, circa 1995.
I just spent the last 10 seconds trying to shake 18 years out of my 2 broken knuckles.
I couldn't go to sleep
she did
I watched three movies
2 episodes of 30 Rock
@ 3:15, I thought that I should try to go to sleep
I read for two hours......
I woke at 9:15
I wanted to go back to sleep
I'm a feral child
Vampiric/Nocturnal/Hopeless/Etc.
Breakfast at 10:45
No more sleep for me.
Every night and every day is different for me.
People ask me when I'm going to get married
When I'm going to have babies.
I hung out with my my Mothra - I mean, my mother.
This relationship gets Strongstra - I mean stronger.
I can hear drunks outside my door.
I want to punch them in the face.
My hands look like E.T.'s
I got carded tonight for beer.
I am getting OLD, old folks...
Leave me alone.
I am fine.
I want to finish my book tonight.
Can I?