hyenahell

early in the morning. still feel like there's some sort of fungus-demon-creature living in my chest cavity. uhg.

going to watch some television, then hopefully get started doing some drawings. ordered myself a couple things, just for the hell of it. the new leonard cohen c.d. (which i can't believe it took me this long to get) and some booky books. fun stuff.

been sleeping most of the days away, this week. i just feel like there's no fucking point. i don't want to be awake.

but i keep having dumb dreams... senseless, odd little dreams that i can't wake up from. reminding me of highschool, or other silly fucking eras from my life. phillip helton and julie rankin talking to me on the phone, trying to get me to do something and they wouldn't shut up or take no for an answer. mel will know the full extent of the... i don't know. retardedness. of this. it was like that, except there were more of them- the dreams, that is. each one had about that vein of... ridiculousness to it.

anyway.

that's it.

talk to y'all later.

-Hyena.