Why....

.....the fuck can't I sleep. I just realized yesterday how long it's been since I've had eight hours of sleep. I can't believe I'm alive. I guess your body gets used to it after awhile. I seem to have now navigated to a sleep-one-night/stay-up-the-next schedule. Maybe I just don't need the sleep. Here I am babbling at 1:30 in the morning about nothing. Today I went to Micheal's and bought some stuff for making a scrap-book type thing. I'm taking all my lyrics and shit and pasting them onto pages with pictures. Each page is sorta going to reflect the mood of the song/poem. I don't know why the fuck I'm doing it, but at least it keeps me entertained late at night. Tomorrow I move. Well... I start to move. I'm not sure if this is my last night here or not... Ok. I'm going to stop. I was going to go out for a walk, but I know I'll be way too tired to haul boxes tomorrow if I do.

Night, kids.




"You're always first when no one's on your side."
-Incubus