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[23 Dec 2003|03:20am] |
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how did it get to be tommarow so fast? last time i checked the clock it was like.....2? i think?
insomnia does weird things to your head....
like, have you ever looked at your hand before? i mean like, really looked at them? it's cool. your knuckles kinda move the rest of the bones in your hand if you twist your first finger. awsome.... but then again it could just be the sleep deprivation getting to me.
soooo...what are you chickadees doin? sleepin? probably. i have but three other weirdos keeping me company in my time of sleeplessness, and one is about to leave due to maternal problems (aka: her computer is in her mom's room and her mom wants to sleep). but that's ok. i have the two other dudes left.even...though...they....scare me.... well ones ok, but he's being quiet. too quiet....
ooooooooooor maybe i'm just raving again. if i start doing that, just stop me, oK?
good...so i just started ranting in the chat room about bombs and nevers and how i'm being repressed. but i think that last part came from monty python. we can all guess which movie (i'm assuming by now anyway).
did i mention my feet are cold?
they are.
it's very unnerving.
i'm not sure why.
nor am i sure why i'm pressing enter at the end of every sentence.
i just started doing it without any reason.
i suppose i'll stop now though. much better. you know i think my mind is settling off in the far lands of sleep. it keeps sending me these weird messages. or something. i'm not sure. my head is buzzing. i think i'll go now.
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