my (...???...) six hours of non-consecutive sleep are not going to have been enough. i feel large, slow, and stupid, and i keep staggering into shit. the phone has been ringing every ten minutes since nine this morning, and i am never quick enough to recognize the sound and get the phone. then someone was pounding on the door, and i mistook it for the sound of pounding on the inside of my head. when i _did_ open the door, there was some girl standing there promoting a contest of some sort. she said something and i didn't parse it at all, having just been dragged out of bed for this. "Parse Error," i claimed, "What did you ask me?" "Is your mom or dad home?"she asked again. i thought of multiple snappy comebacks about the state of our appearances in relation to ages, but settled for a simple "no." when i realised that i was standing at the door in a big, fluffy pink blanket and probably looked about nine. i gave her the divine please look peculiar to the sleep deprived, but she wasn't finished. i resisted the urge to slam the door in her face. "does that police car belong to someone who lives here?" she asked. after a few moments of parse errors and false syntax prolems, i replied, "yeah, the cop downstairs." i rolled my eyes directly into an unmistakeable "if-you-dont-fuck-off-i'm-going-to-eviscerate-you" look. she left. wow...sudden thoughts of you in a fluffy pink blanket, occupying a doorway. that's just so cute i could vomit. liquid skittles are addictive. ik. squeek. device error. machine turned off improperly after last use. ow. my brain hurts.
-- c0demuse
12:01 pm
tuesday, 10.28.98