again, here i sit...

can't sleep. once again. pisses me off.

i should be snoring peacefully in my comfy bed, surrounded by my big comfy blankets, and huddled up next to Kyle's red comfy sweatshirt. but no, here i sit in my non-comfy standard-issue chair at my standard-issue desk, complaining. woohoo.

i honestly have no idea how Kyle manages to survive with his schedule. at least when i'm not sleeping, i'm not having to focus on complex musical thingies and whatknot. i just lay back and let spanish conjugations flow through my head until i've gotten so glazed that it's almost sleep.

Superman, i tell ya. Superman.

fuck an ugly one-legged blind duck by the name of Scoopy, i'm going to go lay back down. i'm sure this post was strange, but at least i kept it short, eh? oh well. cheers!

soon, life will calm down a bit... then i shall get my hug