_chris_

Last night, I passed out way earlier than I normally do. I think I had finally fallen asleep the night/day before sometime around 11am and had to wake back up around 2:30 that same day, so needless to say, I was fucking tired as hell. This morning I woke up sometime around 8 or 9. Having smoked a cigarette and eaten a brown-sugar-and-cinnamon pop tart, I couldn't think of anything particularly special to do with all that extra time I had now, during the day, so I put some Cocteau Twins in the stereo and went back to sleep.

I woke up a few minutes ago, again, and have yet to think of anything interesting to do. I guess I'll drive up to work and get a coffee or something. I don't know. I'm still rocking the sick-people/smoker's cough right now, and the little wheezy sounds are getting on my nerves...

The entertainment value of playing with cats and watching goldfish do their thing only lasts so long...

There's a super-expensive fifty-four inch television set sitting in its box in the living room here. It's fucking huge. My roommate's car was moved out of his regular spot in the driveway when I got home last night and I was wondering why on my way to unlock the door. I guess he needed the room for the delivery truck or whatever. I don't even really watch all that much TV anyway, but perhaps I'll start, being that whatever's on, I can see from the neighbor's back yard now. Hmm.

As soon as everything's set up, I think I'm going to watch some skate videos for no apparent reason. There's nothing like a 40-something inch wide switch 360 flip down a set of ten or more stairs, to make you go, "Wow".

Yep. My head is starting to hurt. Maybe I should go get something to eat. Maybe. No more dreams about the business suit woman... As soon as I share my dreams, they tend to go away. That's how it goes. Meh.

See ya.

-Chris-