10:24 p.m. - 2008-10-01
Fing...
My face itiches slightly. And I'm not sure if its not my hair. My tooth itiches and my left eye is slightly shut, slowly moving closer to closed.
I did not go into work tonight.
I wanted to walk. In the darkness. But, I am afraid of the dark. It holds, so much that I, just cant see.
But, I have big blue horse pills and a blue hoodie and a little hound dog to snuggle up with. But no good movies. Damn. Maybe dog and I shall eat pizza. That might make it better.
The night streets, with Wilco playing. Its fall. Or, only a few hours away from being fall. The fall. Thats how they say it starts.
It was the fall. And, she hacked all her hair off in the backroom at work. Bet, money under the table, a blowjob with hair brushing her brow but not her neck. It was nine, nine fortyfive and the buzzing coming from her pocket left her. Left her.
Fried cheese ravioli. Three cheese fried ravioli. That. Is what I want to eat. But, alas, I... Am not cooking. Not to mention, you know blue horse pills. The fact that its been so long since I listened to The Promise Ring.
I threw up at work the other night. Just closing out the system like normal, counting down drawers and then, I leaned over and puked in the office trash can and kept on doing admin. Wasnt shit I could do... But, now I am feeling gooood.
I have started working on outlines for my Nano. I'm very excited about this on.
The other day while walking around Wal-Mart of all places, I got on a kick about my story and ended up with a pretty good and solid plot point.
I fucking need sleep. Brains lagging. Or, sleeping. Or, I need sleeping. I need to sleep. Sleeping will be what I will be doing.
Fingers. Finger. Finging..
Yeah.
