i got cranky looking at the christmas lights on the street, as our taxi pulled up to the door. Stacy wants Christmas lights on the cieling of the apartment ..all over. But i cant handle it. I wish I could. I feel terribly that that i cant. I just need the main room to be some sort of split personality between us, otherwise i will never want to hang out there. we have one string going across the long wall, courtesy of the S. I will give her that. I just dont want my college dorm room.
oh, i dont know. im irritable tonight. im noticing little things again. Like rings of dried coffee on the counter. the uneven parting of the curtains. The clock counting away the minutes of my life. My ever so slightly dry lips. my back in pain after 3 hours of bad posture in front of the damn playstation.
why cant i call people?
its like a video game. i need to accomplish something with myself before i can communicate again. before i accomplish something, i have to work long hours at wickerville. before i work long hours, i need to go to sleep.
right now now