on the phone i can barely keep my eyes open, and now i'm online again doing nothing important except wasting sleeptime. i'm getting sick of myself and all of the little ways that i abuse my body. also, why the fuck can i not finish this fucking story? maybe it's because i keep rereading it and asking for opinions when really i should just fucking write it already.

my sleep pattern is way fucked. today my dad called my cell and asked me if i was sleeping, to which i replied yes. and then he asked where my mom was and i said that she was sleeping too, because i thought it was the morning. except that it was six in the evening. and since then i have been very weird, unfocused, and generally confused.

but i had some octopus. that was kind of cool.