well, well, well. (aka three holes in the ground).

well well well indeed. insomnia, we meet again. headache, you beat me last night. slaughtered me.  


congratulations to both on both fronts. 


and now here i sit, on the couch, the blaring light from the laptop making my head spin. and the clock mocks me as it speeds through time. time doesn't pass at 4am, it sprints. which is very annoying, when all you want is to be able to fall back asleep before 4.15, 4.25, 4.30, 4.45... but each minute passes and suddenly you're up. you're up and the cat meows and the skov sleeps and the world is quiet while you silently go crazy. 


well, i will probably regret saying this later (or earlier, i'm not sure - which is which right now is too much to think about), but this does not mean tomorrow will be wasted.


the following things will be accomplished, sans sleep or not. 
1. i will go to gym, and complete a killa workout. and y'all will be left for dead, suckas.
2. i will clean the house, until it smells like friggin puppies and rainbows. that's right, laundry, i am the end of you. (actually, maybe not puppies. especially not puppies that eat poo).
3. i will torture and threaten the framing place into opening up for us, and then i will take our prints to get framed.
4. i will call stupid money-holding gym, again. that's only gunna be the fifth time. and i will get my money.
5. i will get a ridiculous amount of Little Shop of Horrors work done. Like, all of it.
6. i will go to the tennis. and it will be good. even if, by then, i'm hopped up on caffeine. that's cool. wired tennis is still good tennis.




In the meantime, I am kept company by the sweet, soft backing track of a little Arrested Development. That's good shit. Good night (please god, good night).


-- R.