this little vacation has turned me into this slothlike person who sleeps like eight hours a night. it’s so strange. my back can’t handle so much unadulterated sleep. my brain is having a hard time digesting all the strange dreams that accompany it. last night featured a dancelines of pregnant teens performing in a parade wearing flannel jammies with silver stars on them. it was weird.

today’s agenda includes: showering, watching the royal tennenbaums and perhaps visiting a bookstore or two.

my hair is so dirty that it hurts. now you see why not only am i the internet’s sweetheart, i’m a damn sexxy sweetheart at that.