i’ve been sitting here for the past few hours, working on a new web site for a friend of mine (it shall remain a secret until the the site is live and the friend wants to be exposed to the darling ones) and i’m tired as hell. so, i keep farting around with this and/or that, moving a line of text, changing a color on a graphic, uploading movable type, wondering why i’m sitting here in only jeans and a bra, and my blinks keep getting longer and longer and looonngggeerrr.

“the clock says it’s only 8:15, why in the hell am i so damn tired,” i say to myself. then myself says back, “dumbass you were up until 4 in the morning and awake by 7:30. you should be tired.”

myself is so smart sometimes.