so im sitting here...playing minesweeper incessantly...while the thoughts are churning in my brain...cuz in reality there is no way to stop them...and ive come to realise...how perfectly shitty the weekend is.
well.
mine. i think.
sure it is what you make of it...but i think people can play an integral part.
my kids are goin thru that snotty 'tween' stage. the baby is well...the baby.
moms is awesome...but yannow...its moms...
my neighbors think its cool to pump up their bass n make my piano vibrate with god only knows what the ass they're listening too.
its just...
to quiet.
to silent.
to something i dont know.
where are all the people who need people.
or something else that makes sense.
if Poe walks across my bewbs one more time im going to eat her with noodles and a good merlot.
sometimes i wonder how it would be to have normal human hours. and sleep. this insomnia thing is a bitch. seriously. *talks to self*
oh i think ive put my finger on it.
yes.
i think this is lonely.
at least im pretty sure anyway.
or something else that makes sense.
i dont know.
maybe the lack of sleep..and comfort has decidedly reared its ugly head and taken on a mind of its own.
*goes back to minesweeper*
