I'm not really tired. I've got nothing to do tomorrow. And Son-In-Law's on TBS in an hour.


So who wants to keep me company?

i should stay up and get some stuff done.
but i'm sleepy.

I was supposed to go to this rockin' all-night pyjama party at a friend's. And a girl I like was supposed to be there.

So I went and they had made a kickass sofa cushion fort and they had two copies of Twister and Tetris on the TV.

But a bunch of people no-showed so it ended up just being the six of us. So the four gave up, got dressed, and went to a bar and the other two of us decided to head home.

im going to bed.
i have work at noon. i would be out right now if it hadn't fucking snowed.

If I was young and read this, I would sharpen my knives.

dog on wheels, post again. you're one away from 1400. it's bothering me.

I don't want to.

oh well. you did it anyways

go to sleep. sleeping is wonderful... if you remember your dreams. i love dreaming.

My dreams have been messed up and threatening lately because I've been watching 3-4 episodes of Lost a day and it's usually stuck in my head before I nod off.

i have had drug related dreams lately.

i'm in a cardboard city, where a bunch of men are chasing me around with pocket knives, and everywhere i go to hide there are men with knives trying to kill me because i saw them smoke and sell crack.
then, in a critique, a friend shows a piece on buddhist meditation, and forces me to smoke crack. i know i shouldn't drive home but i have to, and end up in the parking lot of an empty bar.

another dream, a politician walks up to me after i purchase some icecream in an outdoor grocery store (located in a forest which turned into a beach) and he offers me some pot. he pulls out the smallest bowl known to mankind, and i smoke some of his weed and as i pull away the bowl turns into the sun, and i put it in the palm of his hand and he runs into the ocean and sinks below the water and never comes back to the surface.
i realize how high i am in my dream but i have to drive home. my car is parked in the middle of a forest, and i drive out of it and end up in south carolina, only to make a left turn at a stop light and end up back in richmond.

i had a dream i made these paintings of gigantic sagging and veiny nipples. i may do it, too. they looked amazing in my dream.

i love dreaming.

Damn it. It's 1:30 pm, not am. It's not on for twelve hours.

I'm getting kind of tired and my eyes are hurting. I guess I don't have it in me, after all.

Wuss.

I know. I don't get it. I'm up until 3:00 every night during the week. And I slept until 1 pm today.

It's the disappointment that does it.

Alright, I'm throwing in the towel.

Time of departure: 2:19 a.m.

Sounds like Camden, NJ. Zing burn Camden.

I just got here and you're going to bed?!

i passed out on my bed last night at like 5am with all my clean laundry that i hadn't put away yet.