it's true. i'm about to get ready for bed, and it's still dark outside.
although who knows.... maybe i can hang in there long enough for the sun to show itself. SHOW YOURSELF! what movie is that from? or did i just make it up? i'm so fucking tired.
Jimmy's still out of the picture, but it's a slow process. after he woke me up at 7.30 in the fucking morning yesterday to let me know he's got too much to process, he did a similar thing today... except it was around 1 pm (i was still sleeping, though! gah!), and it was to ask me why i hadn't asked for a reason why he was taking off. i'm fairly certain that the reason of "i can't commit to anything, and i have some shit to sort through" is good enough for me, but there was no going back to sleep after that.
ok, enough griping for one night. wait- one more thing. i just drank a bit of root beer, and it made me burp (very lady-like, mind you... graceful and dainty, as i always am), and it stretched my stomach muscles out funny, and it hurt.
now i'm really done. sleep time!
Currently:
Reading: Ireland by Frank Delaney
Listening to: "I'm So Tired" by The Beatles (how perfect)
20.8.06
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I starting to morph into you. I can't sleep unless it's 1 a.m., give or take. Damn you, for your insomnia lifestyle damaging my very loving sleep system.
Eh. That's done. I figure, I can nap while volleyball's out for 3 hours.
Who is this Jimmy? Is he boston/irish while planning to be a firefighter? wait... (scanning post) He isn't.
I love you, my crazy, sleepless bitch!
--Anya, your punk
I leave back to FL on the 30th, doh! I wish wish we could have some pizza(r) together.
Jimmy! Let my Mimmy have her sleep, damnit!
Root beer is the best in the summer, and it is the best with Pizza Pipeline mushroom pizzas!
Latah!
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