I just ate a pint of green tea ice cream. A pint. What the fuck's wrong with me?
You know, I've noticed that each night has seen me feeling progressively grosser. If I don't get to exceed two hours of true sleep to-night, I promise that murder shall be done to-morrow.
I'm drinking a water bottle full of milk right now, and it seems to be the best surrogate for
Purchased a Caitlin Kiernan book, as prophesied and, as I thought, it's pretty damned good.
Bright spot of my day really. 'cause I forgot to bring my Shakespeare book to the mall, so I dinna read Taming of the Shrew for class--although that dinna really matter as I remembered it well enough to understand what teacher was talking about.
I forgot to bring the book to class too. And it was in class where I saw
Gods, I'm feeling batty just now.
I printed out my Novel-So-Far to-day and I was pleased to feel the heavy stack of novel in my hands that I'd written on my own . . . although I feel so loopy right now that I can't fathom actually working on the thing, and am slightly distrusting of my senses regarding its existence.
I wonder if Tori Amos and I would hit it off if we went on a date? True, she's supposedly married, but I personally feel that's a hoax.
hm, milk. Milk and green tea. Milk, green tea, and sugar. Milk, green tea, sugar, and several anonymous chemical additives ya.
It's all nice.