What a miserable fucking sleep last night, and what fucking UGLY dreams. Fucking hideous dreams. Fucking revolting dreams. And I wuz wide awake by 10 am. What's with that? I don't long to be concious in the hours before noon.
"I ain't a morning person... we're nothing more than vampires in love."
But I've coped so far. Made a few PHONECALLS. (Good for you, Chaara!) I hate making phonecalls. I'm still just in a bra and pants. A bra. I'm sick of all my shirts, and I don't wear bras, so this is a change. Walking running jumping pacing my house barefoot and in this bra... Pumpkin pie for breakfast. Nothing else to eat. That's fine.
"You Got Me" -Erykah Badu and the Roots, playing now... "Listening to girlfriends, that's exactly the point where the whole world ends. Lies come in. That's where the drama begins."