Location: On a corduroy couch
Music: Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead But now it’s like the night is taking sides
Her: Algebra – pretty much any math.
Think I’m sick. Not sure. But quite possibly.
It’s been a really productive week. Trying to wrap up business issues before the end of the year.
Wish I were clearheaded. Always cloudy cause I’m sick, I’m beat, or I’m bending time. Sometimes all three at once. Then my mind wanders.
Her: (thinking) I think you’re smart.
At least 50% of the time I don’t sleep, lie awake wondering. Everyone thinks I’ve got all this potential. But it’s almost 2009. I’m another year closer to getting my ticket punched.
When I don’t sleep, lie awake wondering about things that I’m afraid to put out in the aether.
YASYCTAI: Read a novel. A good one. (eight days/2 pts)