THE OVERSLEEPING HAS BEGUN
I woke up fifteen minutes before I had to be at work.
Assholes all over the place.
Fucked up my knee doing stock.
Didn't really get anything accomplished.
Was informed that I'm too normal looking.
Annoyed at news
coffee does nothing but quell the headache.
this is not a poem.
just a list.
I think I'll sit in the bath.
I'll probably fall asleep.
Which is kind of the plan... just a lil nap ::nod::
I hate my job.
So. My father is driving me (more) insane by flipping back and forth between the presidential adress (mostly applause at this point, but something I was actually interested in seeing) and the Return of Spock or some shit. All I know is I can hear Shatner and Scotty bantering and that broken, nearly painful speech saying something about the death of spock being unbearable.
I hit my knee twice since I came downstairs again.
I tried to take a nap
the tv downstairs was distracting
so I turned on music.
that was good.
the phone rings...
wide awake again, waiting for someone to say my name, thinking it's probably for me.
so I drift off a little.
get right to the edge of it.. staring off into that nice deep blankness
and the door gets opened and I get told I have to come down and eat something.
SO I wasn't too fucking pleased, stomping down the stairs, looking like I'd slept, but really I had just been adjusted to the pitch black of the room and my hair was funky from the trying to find the sweet spot on the pillow.
So when my father nearly knocked me over, I pushed back and ended up going off balance somehow hitting the knee into the wrought iron handrail thing on the stairs.
ANd then again a bit later when I was getting up from the couch.. SMACK on the coffee table.
I actually teared up. Physical pain rarely makes me cry.. but this shit was bad...
and I'm sleep deprived as all hell.
I just don't sleep enough. I've had too much on my mind. Not bad things, not at all.. just things that keep my brain in motion long past the point when my body just can't do it anymore.
There is this spot on my neck that needs to be nuzzled... a lil hot breath... having one hot cheek on mine. the other on my shoulder... maybe a lil teeth.
I need the attendant neck to rest my hand on .. and hair to twist my fingers in.
I need the back to run my hand over and the arms ... the arms need to be doubled around me, like I was the last thing keeping them from flying off the earth and into the blackness of space.
I need a hug dammit.
my eyes burn and my knee hurts and I think that I'm just getting sicker but a hug would help. really.
and now I'm listening to bush.
and it makes me want to cry.
and it makes me hate so much about my country and the people in it.
I need somwhere for image hosting
because I need about 300 people so see this pic.
and the happy looks on the faces of the people in it.
and since it's on my camera and I've no image hosting, it's languishing, when it should be as exposed as possible.