again, here i sit...

it's a quarter to four in the morning, i have a boy passed out in my bed (we were watching a movie and out he went... i didn't have the heart to kick him out), and i have benadryl in my system. so why am i not huddled up under my blanket, sleeping like a norman human being? well, because i am not tired. whoop. sometimes i really hate my body. and it's not even that middle-school "i hate how my body looks" crap. i've given up on hating my appearance. it got old. and so did i.

my body in function, however... we're not on speaking terms. stupid lack of melatonin... i shake my fist in fiery anger at whatever part of my brain isn't making sleep chemicals! that'll show it. i'm sure it's quaking in its little skull. wait- no, that's me shaking my head at myself.

wow, i am insane.

anywho, saturday was fun. slept in until ~3 pm... checked my various emails... kyle showed up at my door, and we watched "Hook" on DVD... it's amazing what you catch with subtitles on. later, we went out, got a pizza from Papa Murphy's, over-cooked it in the crap oven in Hawthorne Hall, and watched some episodes of "Clone Wars" that Jason had on his computer. I, of course, has no fucking idea what was going on, but everybody else did, and besides, i had pizza, so all was well.

then we watched "From Dusk Til Dawn." Fucking crap movie. I seem to be finding these at an extraordinary rate.

I think just taking a shower might've screwed me in the sleep category. Although I am getting a little loopy... maybe i'll go lay down. after i push aside the great sleeping mass that is the love of my life. haha, i love you honey. but you currently are splayed across my entire bed.

that's it, i'm going to sleep. come hell or high water, I will achieve unconsciousness! although i am kind of worried for my roomie... i have no idea where she is... cheers!

happy anniversary baby