[rain. her ear to the door. the thunder is over, but the storm has just begun.]
it's not sunday. it's saturday. yesterday james and i had the pleasure of driving home in the rain. it was lovely. last night was strange. i woke up a too many times. too many weird dreams. i want to stop dreaming for a while. i don't want my next dream to be as meaningless as the last. i just want to sleep. i need real rest. not sick sleep. you know. when you sleep on and off all the time because you're sick. i need the kind of sleep where you just melt and don't remember anything. i need that. i don't have time for that. i have to film today. at a show. in seven hours. i've been awake since 830. /yawn. james has two new kittens kind of. they are entertaining. i have feet. i need to take a shower. i need to do laundry. i need to stop snotting and sneezing and having earaches and headaches. i need to talk to keith about metalfest and shaun about practice and matt about the path show and my fingers are going a million miles an hour. my head is stuck in slow motion. i can't stop shaking. my back hurt so bad when i woke up. i bent over to get a shirt and fell over from the pain. i bet it looked funny. james laughed. ? i have feet. i'm not sure what i'm talking about. i crack my knuckles too much. i swear too much. i don't hang out with old friends enough... or at all. i spent too much time off my feet. i don't write enough anymore. i have to delete my myspace account. i have to remember tissues everywhere i go. my palms sweat too much. i am inconsistent. i am neurotic. i have pms. i want to paint my fingernails today. my laundry still isn't done and i still haven't taken a shower. i feel like dancing. i don't want to dance alone.
- posted by angela @ 11:08 AM