Sleepy.

I was thinking today, about getting the last entry out of the way, and what could I write about for the new one? But also about the first lyric in a Belle & Sebastian song, and how I've been wasting my time. Just in general. I do nothing of interest. Today I did nothing. Sure, I drove a bit. Last night I went to a real grown-up party, had a sip of an appletini, was included in conversation. Highlight of my week. I have no reason to be tired. It's my break. I feel like I could drift off to sleep at any minute, except when it comes time for me to go to bed, at which time I absolutely can't. So I watch TV. I sit in front of the computer. I watch more TV. My lit project, due Thursday, lies abandoned on the floor, the same as the catalogs I could be looking at. I have a new room to plan. I don't feel like it.

I lie in bed until 1:30. Drag myself up. Flop back down on the couch. Take a shower. Eat something. Put on makeup so I don't cringe when I pass a mirror. The day's almost over. Time to sleep. Ha. More like four hours of trying to find the ever-elusive comfortable position and watching trashy Real World reruns.

And it's not just these past weeks. I've been feeling like this for ages. Infinitely sleepy, can't wait for the weekend, weekends are homework and sleep.

Or, to paraphrase all that if you skipped it: Bleh.

I don't want to eat collard greens and black eyed peas. That is a horrible tradition. I propose that we abolish it. I want pizza, dammit. Pouty-pout pout.

2004-01-03 @ 7:35 p.m.

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