Not feelin’ real wanted tonight. Seems like every muse I’m trying to play with is distracted by other things, so I guess I’ll just wander off myself.
Yes, this is a ‘please pay attention to me’ whining post, brought to you by serotonin, lack of, and the letter D.
My sleep schedule is just kind of irredeemably fucked right now. What the hell, body? I guess I’ll just sit here and keep roleplaying until everyone goes to bed.
I am so bored. You’d think shopping all day would wear me out, but nooooo the hamster’s still squeakin’ that wheel.
Fuck my brain.
the hamster won’t get off the wheel
I’m gonna drug him
sometimes all you can do is get up and start again
the hard part is knowing where to start
how far do you have to go before it’s safe to start again?