tds

It was really nice. For a couple hours, I was sleeping like a human being. It was magical. I was even having this amazing dream where this amazing girl and I discussed interesting things over coffee in some downtown open air pretentious kind of place I would live in. And then, you know what happened?

My brother called to tell me that he just got back from the concert. And that he was coming tomorrow afternoon, and wanted to know if I would be around. Because it couldn't fucking wait six fucking hours, at the very least, because they were going leave at ten.

This is unacceptable. Sleep has been at such a premium lately that I will take anything. Unless he is actively ON fire, and he's calling me to get a ride to Santa Rosa for the express purpose of pissing out the flames, there is no reason whatsoever for him to call me at two in the goddamn morning. Fucking hell. See, now I'm all bitter, and will no doubt be bitter for the rest of the day, during which I get NO sleep, and the migraine I'm afraid I have coming actually shows up.

What else to do...hmm...honestly, the good mood I've been in the past few days has been completely pissed away, so I don't know why I'm bothering. The birthday was probably the best I've ever had, the Halloween party was better than it had any kind of right to be, and now I feel like I want to punch something. Lovely.

Yeah, I'll get rid of this one tomorrow, likely. No one reads anything posted after midnight unless the poster in question has boobs. Fact.

Later.