Insomnia is directly responsible for 95% of my posts. Exactly. I know because I did the math, and I'm a math scientist.
I drew for long enough tonight that I can't stop seeing lines on paper, which is a nice change from visions of We <3 Katamari. When I close my eyes I have to remind myself that I can focus on anything I want. It's absolute freedom, so why do I end up visualizing reality television and music videos? I need to get some better background noise to draw to.
Jacob is staying here. My parents are in Dublin, currently, so I'm looking after my mother's dog along with the other pets. Bonnie's starting to trust me a little more, I think, maybe. The other night Marian and I let her go off-leash at the Quilchena playground and she ran away from us and all the way home. But then last night I slept in my mother's bed and Bonnie got under the covers with me. Happy hated it.
Summer is almost over. I wore jeans and a sweater today for the first time in ages. But it feels like summer went by really fast, doesn't it? Is that why old people always say that kind of thing? Because it's true and it never ceases to freak us out?
Man. It's so late. 3:45 AM is just... that's crazy. I have to try and sleep. Again. I have to think of not fast, not frantic, stupid things. Not typing. No writing now.
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It's hard to want to kill some.
Or hold on, no, it's hard to not be able to wait to kill some. I mean.
Whatever, I hate that fucking song.
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