it's a backwards attraction.

it's two am, of course, which means i'm up too late yet again. and i'm not trying to think about anything but how good it'll feel to go to sleep and blissfully forget today happened. or yesterday happened. or whatever the hell you wanna take that as.

my boss is taking the day off tomorrow, and i'm stuck with just enough to do. gah. i hate this life. the plus is that maybe, just maybe, i'll get to leave early. like, way early. and pick me up dinner for work. oo... i'm so craving a sub sandwich. darn this hungry at all hours of the night. pfft.

did i mention that i dropped my laptop and the screen broke? i've now got a big purple and black bruise stretching across the bottom of my screen. doesn't really bother me so much, except when i remember how the quick recall machine at my elementary school used to short out and it was all climbing fractal trees and it makes my skin crawl. funny thing to be scared of, huh?



i'm feeling awfully violent today.... my icon's a shooting dean. my wallpaper?? a strangely focused pic of spike from cowboy bebop. just imagine "i'm staring down the barrel of a .45..." as that's the pic. barrel of a gun, with spike at the background, all fuzzy and shit.
and i swear to god i need to quit singing "night and day" by the good life and "your bruise" by dc4c because it just makes me want to hurt something.