4.30 am? blog!

it's true. i can't sleep, and somehow writing a post seemed to make sense. i'll type until i pass out! yeah! that sounds like an excellent idea. oh man, it almost does...

for me, there's something soothing in typing. i don't know if it's the action of hitting a button and seeing the immediate result, or the clicking of my little black Dell keyboard (although most standard keyboards create this same sense of calm), or the fact that i can type faster than i can talk... who knows.

lessee..... nothing new here. oh! wait- Ramses died. it was sad. he and Bullwinkle (who passed on last week) are now navigating the pipelines of the Southern Oregon sewage system together... it'd almost be cute if i didn't still have the images of their twisted, fuzzy little bodies floating around the bottom of the tank. what kind of horrible human am i?! i can't even keep fish alive!

slightly more entertaining thought: today (well, yesterday), Maggie, Meagan, and myself went down to the Women's Resource Center to check the place out and show them that it really does exist (imagine having a resource center dedicated specifically to your gender, and not even knowing where it is!)... they were closed, though, so we figured we'd just head over to the Queer Resource Center. on the way, we saw a mailbox full of condoms, clearly for the taking.... Maggie had never seen a condom before, so we opened one up, and the next thing i know, she's wearing the damn thing like a sock puppet!! "well hello Mr. Green Condom Puppet, how're you today?"

the hilarity followed us into the QRC, where we proceeded to discuss all sorts of things... which really don't need to be listed here. (you can thank me later for not mentally scarring you)

what else, what else... i really wish i was more organised mentally. i have no idea how difficult it is to follow my train of thought as i meander my way through a post, but i really hope i don't just sound like some loony spouting random consonants and occasionally the word "fuck" for good rhythm...

time for sleep... cheers!

i wanna see what happens next! does the Godfather live?

nap of the fuckin century!

or maybe a nancy-come-late good night's sleep?

either way, i came back from my 10 o'clock class to prompty pass out... didn't set an alarm, because i thought i'd only be asleep for an hour or two.

it's 6.30 now... and i just woke up.

missed three calls, and an unspoken promise to meet Kyle with his dinner in hand so he could have time to eat between his classes... i hope he managed to get something, because otherwise he's been going since 10 this morning, and won't be done with classes until around 9 or so tonight.

but other than that, i feel good. i'm resisting the urge to go back to sleep, mainly because i know that if i do, i'll be even more fucked up when i'm trying to sleep tonight.

i think i'll take a shower and greet the day night... cheers!

sorry about the lack of food...