i guess purposely staying up till four will do that to you.
no, i wasn't doing anything particularly fun. i got in from my wild college cavorting around 11:30.
but i just.... wanted to.
is that weird?
i love sleep. why would i want to purposely not do it?
yeah, i don't get it either.
but, regardless of the apparent lack of motive, i snuck into my room where my roommate was asleep, gathered up my books and my pajamas and my notebooks, and made a little den in the kitchen. i wrote poetry, and talked to people online, and drew a picture, and started on my short story (THAT IS DUE ON FRIDAY [friday gotta get down on friday] OMG) and looked through pictures and did the dishes and read and basically did nothing really.
and when people will ask me why i stayed up till four for no apparent reason, i guess i'll just shrug and point them in the direction of this poem, and say, "well, it's something like that."
but let me tell you.
today will be a rough day for being awake.
i can already feel it.
michelle -- the beatles
all the wild horses -- ray lemontagne
march of the caterpillar -- rx bandits
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