[sordid lies and i'm awake. hot in here tonight and there's not a lot - a lot of light.]
i've been squeezing my eyes shut for three hours now. try to sleep at four. open my eyes at seven and it's bright. it worries me for a minute. that i'll never sleep again. i could rest my head on his chest for five more minutes, but i'm sick of waking him up. i'm always doing something like that. my neck feels broken with all these heavy thoughts. this red hoodie reminds me of home. the bronx are playing monday night in colorado springs. hmm. i get to take half of monday off to get joe from the airport. i can't wait. i can wait. yes. i can. i've been squishing myself into tiny balls of angie lately. i'm sick of all this cold. i sat by the fireplace for an hour earlier staring at a spot next to some wood. i do that a lot now, too. stare. hours don't really mean anything anymore. i wrote a message to sarah not too long ago. i was telling her about all of the glorious wads of cash i've been making. and now i kind of regret saying it. making money is such a ridiculous aspect of my job. i love my job. the money has very little to do with it.
my cat has been sick. but he's doing better now. and getting bigger. sort of. he's still really yittle.
i bought a new phone. i'm only going to use it a little. so if we talk it's because i called you.
i forgot to mail that letter i wrote. i'll do that today. pssh.
i want to get letter.
someone write to me.
and ask me for my address so you can send it.
getting letters is romantic.
apparantly i'm romantic.
he said so.
fish serve no purpose as pets.
i'm going for a walk now. b told me about this great path. expect pictures.
- posted by angela @ 8:51 AM