i told someone today that i was dressed up as a tragic heroine in a purple-hooded sweatshirt and socks that don’t match.
i’ve been locked in my head all day in anticipation of writing all weekend, great works of fiction must fly from my fingers since i have to hand in my resume sometime next week AND i have to have a short story ready to go by thursday.
the crush grows ever deeper. i’ve had too much caffeine and not enough sleep so my thinking isn’t linear at all. i told everyone i went to bed early because i turned off the ligh at 12:46 instead of the usual 2:13. i will sleep my ass off tonight, i can guarantee it.