i think tonight i'm grounding myself...to, um, get a little more grounded.
There's this agenda i have, that i keep letting people interrupt. i'm easily distracted. But the weird freak-out moments that've been happening lately are disturbing, and i really need to start tending to some neglected goals, instead of putting everything on pause, onto a grandiose To-do list, in exchange for socially satisfying, liver-impairing nights of entertainment.
my own little world is very entertaining...
so are my dreams, but i can apparently also provide entertainment to others while i'm dreaming. i wonder how often i talk in my sleep. i'm confused enough by how most people have a hard time telling when im drunk, but now i'm also worried that people might not know when im asleep. i don't know, i suppose either way i'm not entirely conscious, but i've already had a very strange moment happen when someone slept over, and didn't realize i was asleep, and it makes me nervous...
i work tomorrow. After that, i'm very much hoping to make this week as productive as possible. i haven't really been in my studio much, and my apartment needs some serious revamping. i should give my computer to some one to keep from me for a while, because i spend way too much time Googling every random tangent/thought/curiosity that pops up in my head, instead of completing things i set out to do. But the idea of not being able to instantly satisfy my life-quandries just seems....so wrong!
i tried to use my hand as a hammer the other night, and have a pretty bruise. Why did i think it was a good idea to use the most fleshy part of my palm to pound a blunt object into my wall? Curse you, drunken judgement.
Oh, speaking of drinking, this here liver-supporting tea i'm having is not so tasty. But if i were my liver, i think i'd def. need some support after this week...er, month. er.....collegeyears...
i like when tea has happy things written on the paper attached to the teabag-string.
i like holding a warm cup, because i have icy cold hands of death. My apartment is freeeezing, i need to do something about my window drafts before it gets too wintery.
The mice ate my squagels
and i got a hair cut on wed.
There's this agenda i have, that i keep letting people interrupt. i'm easily distracted. But the weird freak-out moments that've been happening lately are disturbing, and i really need to start tending to some neglected goals, instead of putting everything on pause, onto a grandiose To-do list, in exchange for socially satisfying, liver-impairing nights of entertainment.
my own little world is very entertaining...
so are my dreams, but i can apparently also provide entertainment to others while i'm dreaming. i wonder how often i talk in my sleep. i'm confused enough by how most people have a hard time telling when im drunk, but now i'm also worried that people might not know when im asleep. i don't know, i suppose either way i'm not entirely conscious, but i've already had a very strange moment happen when someone slept over, and didn't realize i was asleep, and it makes me nervous...
i work tomorrow. After that, i'm very much hoping to make this week as productive as possible. i haven't really been in my studio much, and my apartment needs some serious revamping. i should give my computer to some one to keep from me for a while, because i spend way too much time Googling every random tangent/thought/curiosity that pops up in my head, instead of completing things i set out to do. But the idea of not being able to instantly satisfy my life-quandries just seems....so wrong!
i tried to use my hand as a hammer the other night, and have a pretty bruise. Why did i think it was a good idea to use the most fleshy part of my palm to pound a blunt object into my wall? Curse you, drunken judgement.
Oh, speaking of drinking, this here liver-supporting tea i'm having is not so tasty. But if i were my liver, i think i'd def. need some support after this week...er, month. er.....collegeyears...
i like when tea has happy things written on the paper attached to the teabag-string.
i like holding a warm cup, because i have icy cold hands of death. My apartment is freeeezing, i need to do something about my window drafts before it gets too wintery.
The mice ate my squagels
and i got a hair cut on wed.
peace and light, dears.
I spent plenty of time laughing at funny haircuts on Friday. Then I laughed at my own funny haircut in my new license picture on Saturday. Love you too, hermana.
♥