Tuesday, January 07, 2003

I've been whinging all day about being tired. Now that it's nearing the time I'm supposed to be forcing myself to go to sleep, guess who's wide awake? Bah, it isn't fair. I can't take another day running on four hours of sleep. I think I did that my entire Freshman year in high school, and that's probably why I only remember like twenty minutes of that nine month period. I could take one of my mom's sleeping pills, jack my mind all up, and start talking to "the people" again like I did when Fall Quarter started. But, you know, I think that that just really can't be all that good for me.

Somewhere, between wakefulness and dreams; between stress and the development of another ulcer; I find myself blogging for the fifth time today.