moey tells me to become a blogging machine.
this is usually a cue for the words to rush out from the depths of my mind, tripping over themselves to channel positive chi into my fingertips as they perform a rabid dance across the keyboard.

...
or not.


i finally figured out why i haven't been able to sleep during the first half of last week.

daylight savings.

that fleeting inability to adjust just makes me feel so... horribly... old.


it's okay tho.
been sleeping like a baby since thursday, and haven't been doing ANY work either, so the stress levels are currently under a somewhat unhealthy mode of repression.


so sarah says i have a disorder.
in her own words...

man, i'd really do psychology just for you.

you're weird.
and i really mean that.

people sometimes don't believe me when i say i'm weird. they think it's just one of those things people say because they're feeling a little embarrassed.
but when i say it, i'm usually not lying.


school in less than 9 hours.
what fun.