well, it’s official, i’m fucking boring. the boringness is causing me to become pouty and whiny and making me think i’m pathetic and lonely. and even my usual lonely rants are boring. i can’t even think of anything to say about my pathetic loneliness and unlovableness and all that other cliched crap i so love to write about. maybe, because i don’t believe it so much anymore. though, i nearly had myself convinced this afternoon, but i think that had more to do with how bored i was at work than the actual belief that i am that unlovable.

i was so pathetic, that i even got the TTHM to come out of hiding to see what my problem was. then i promptly bored him to death with my whiny boringness.

the problem, you see, is sleeping. i’ve been sleeping my ass off. sleep makes people boring, of this much i am convinced. when i don’t sleep so much, i think wild crazy thoughts, i want to write and to dance and to rage against the dying of the light. when i sleep, well i just want to sleep a little bit more, than eat some meat and potatoes before i go back to all that sleeping. sleep here, sleep is the culprit of originality, vivacity, creativity and all the other itys i could think of if i weren’t so goddamned well rested.